June 11,
God dammit, the boy won't leave me alone.
He's been calling and texting me non stop since I left last night. Well not exactly since I left but no too much longer afterwards.
I woke up to, like, a billion missed calls and text messages. Okay, maybe not a billion, maybe like nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine missed calls. I think that's pretty reasonable right there.
I was spending today with Daniel but my phone was going off with a text or a call every ten minutes. He knew what was going on, he said, and I quote, "No man calls their girl this many times unless they're excited, in need, worried, or regretful."
As he said that my phone went off again. He looked at my phone and saw his caller ID flash across the screen and told me, "You've put him through enough pain, answer it already."
But I didn't.
I don't know why I didn't. I just ignored it. The whole day he's been calling, I didn't ignore it once. Till then, that is.
But I've made up my mind while writing, I'm not gonna talk to him over some phone call. Cause if we make up, I'm gonna want to hug him, and kiss him, and admire him in that moment. So I've decided I'm going to go to his apartment.
Today was the day Zayn Malik wouldn't leave me alone.
Zayn couldn't help it. He needed to talk to her. He didn't just want to not talk to her. One of them was going to have to budge eventually and honestly, knowing that she was mad at him was not a nice feeling. He just wanted it to be over so they could be back to normal.
The moment she showed up at his door step, she kissed him. He thought there were going to be words, but she just kissed him out of pure impulsion. When it happened, Zayn had no idea how to react, but quickly started to kiss back. He never wanted to get in a fight that bad again. They still did, though.
June 28
Not did he only give me his heart, but his key.
