The Girl In Love With Milk Tea

Interrupted

Thea 

Mel had finally been able to tell us most of the story but as soon as she was going to spill who the 'he' she was talking about a phone shrilled, ruining all of our hearing and Mel's mood. 

I realised it was my phone, "Sorry," I mumbled - sad I was the reason to interrupt the story, making Mel feel more apprehensive about telling us more. 

I walked out of Mel's room to make it a little less awkward and went to the kitchen to make myself a good cup of milk tea. 

Saxon. 

I picked up, wondering why he was calling when he would be busy with work. 

  I wedged the phone between my shoulder and left ear while grabbing the milk and tea bag.   

"Hey, brother dearest!" I exclaimed a bit happy that he called as I haven't spoken to him in a month. 

"Hi, T!" He elongated the 'T' and I knew immediately that something was wrong. 

2What's wrong?" I demanded, scared from his hesitant to answer as far as I know Saxon is confident and straight-forward he would never beat around the bush unless it's really important or life-threatening.

"How do you know me so well?" He sighed, tension hung around me as I was anxious to hear the news. 

"Sax, I've known you since I was born and plus you're like my twin even though you're six years older" I retorted, wondering why he always asks that when I realise what mood he is in. 

"So cut to the chase, what is the news? Is it bad? Like really bad? Or is it in the middle?" I questioned him endlessly, without giving him time to answer the questions I had.

"Thea!" He screamed, frustrated. 

"Well..." I replied, equally frustrated at him for taking his time to spill the horrific news, it seems to be worse than horrific by the way I could hear the panic in his deep voice and the way he kept distracting me. 

"Just tell me," I finally countered. 

Ding Dong!

"One second, Saxon, someone is at the door," I rushed towards the door as Rose was still with Mel and they are probably talking and won't be able to get the door. 

I pulled open the wooden door, hoping it won't be long as I wanted to know the news Saxon had to give me. 

I opened the door, still stirring the brown sugar into the tea - adding the final touches. 

"Hello," the voice called out, scaring the life out of me as I jumped back and I heard a familiar chuckle, deep but soft like bells. 

"Zayn!" I exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" I asked - curiosity filled my mind. 

"Saxon, I got to go - tell me in a second" 

"What are you doing here?" I opened the door more to let him in. 

We had been friends for a while now, a few weeks have gone by since the supermarket incident.

"I wanted to make sure Melissa was alright and just talk to you," He replied, smirking quite impishly which scared me - which I was afraid to admit to him.