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I woke up the next morning, feeling sick. Urgh. Welcome to pregnancy Zendaya. I shifted to my En-suite bathroom vomiting. Women go through so much for a child, and what does the partner do? I went back to my room hoping to catch more sleep. There was a knock on the door. "Go away!" I yelled into my pillow.
"No." The Irish spoke.
"What do you want Niall?"
"Can I come in?"
I was silent for a moment. My body moved my legs to the door and led my hand to unlock the room and sat me back down on the sofa in my room.
Niall came and sat down next to me, "Its 9AM. We have an interview at 10:30AM." The way an Irish person says '30' always makes me giggle.
"Cheer up, everything always works for the best." Niall smiled brushing the hair from my eyes, "I'll leave you to it." And he got up walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. I went back into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. What to wear? I looked outside my window. Was there really any bother? Another rainy day. Typical British weather. I wore my blue skinny jeans, with a baggy white jumper that had a picture of a Zebra, putting my hair up in a bun. Couldn't. Be. Bothered. I just wanted to do the interview and leave. I didn't want to speak to Louis at this moment in time. My phone. I found it on the dressing table. 39 missed calls, 47 texts, 32 WhatsApp messages, and 1849 twitter alerts. I'll tackle that on the way to the interview, but first text Dylan for a meet up.
<To; Dylan>
Hey, are you free today? Wanted to meet up and talk.
Quick response.
<From; Dylan>
Good morning. Yep. Time? Xxx
Louis didn't even text me 'good morning' today. He always would. Regardless.
<To; Dylan>
I have a bloody interview first, so I'll text you after that :o) x
<From; Dylan>
That's cool. Enjoy it! Xxxxx
I walked out of my room just as Louis did. Awkward. I walked down the stairs and I could smell an English breakfast. Harry cooking an English breakfast for me because I wanted one last night. Worst of all, I had lost my appetite.
"Good morning. Breakfast." Harry smiled.
"Hey. I'm so sorry but I don't feel too good this morning, you guys carry on." I smiled pouring a glass of orange juice. Louis walked into the room and greeted everyone, and then came up to me, looked up, then looked away. Nothing. Fuck you. I went through my phone and started to tackle the missed calls first. 2 were off Mason, 1 was off Chad, 3 were off Sophie and 7 were off Gabriella. Sheesh. I couldn't be bothered to talk to any of them, so I sent a WhatsApp message.
<To; Chad;Gabs;Mase;Soph>
Zen: Good morning guys! Sorry about the late reply. Dinner at Plateau, 7PM? :) x
Soph: Yeah. 1D coming? XxxxxX
Zen: Yes.
Chad: Alright :o) xx
Gabs: Ok :D xxxx
Zen: Is Mason alive? How did his date go?
Mase: Good morning! Totally! I'll tell you then ;) oxox
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Living With One Direction
Fanfiction"In third place of X Factor 2010 is... One Direction". As soon as I herd Dermot O'leary say that I knew life was going to be different, not just for me but for the boys too! Hi I'm Zendaya Tipton and Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend who lives with One D...
