Dusk Till Dawn (A Liam and Ally Story)

Chapter 20

Camila's POV

Dinah and I were lying on the couch. It's been two days since Ally left. I hope she's doing okay. I know she's only been gone for those two days, but I'm getting worried. She hasn't called nor texted me or any one of us girls.

I heard a snore and knew exactly where it came from. Dinah was sleeping on my shoulder. I just hope she doesn't drool all over me. I looked over at the TV and shook my head in disappointment. We were watching Pride and Prejudice. I have no idea how many times I have read that book. I just love it. I couldn't believe Dinah fell asleep on it.

Ally reminded me of it in some way. She had the pride while someone was the prejudice.

I felt my phone vibrating. I dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Someone was calling me. I looked at the caller ID and noticed that it was labeled 'Unknown'. I was debating whether or not I shoulder answer it. In the end, I pressed the answer button.

I placed my phone against my ear and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey," a man said in an English accent. "Is this Camila? Camila Cabello?"

Weird.

"Ye-ah," I said unsurely. "Who is this?"

"Oh, this is Zayn," he replied. "Zayn Malik."

I released a breath of relief. I would be worrying if this was a stalker or worse. I hear him laughing on the other end of the line and I grew curious. "What?"

"I could hear you breathing," Zayn answered, which made me feel embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be," Zayn assured me.

I nodded even though he couldn't see me. I started to think and then my curiosity grew. "Um, how did you get my number?" My voice kind of cracked while speaking.

After I said that, I didn't hear him respond. It was so quiet that I thought he had hung up, but he didn't. I hear him clear his throat and said, "Sorry, what was that again?"

"How did you get my number?" I said with more confidence.

"Oh, I, uh, I...you're phone number was in the phone book," he replied.

I guess that makes sense.

"Um, listen, I need to talk to you tomorrow?" Zayn asked.

"Tomorrow? Where?" I asked.

"Your house would be fine," he answered. "Is that alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine," I replied. "What time will you be coming?"

"Around noon," he said.

I nodded once again. "Okay. I'll see you 'til then."

"See you," He said before disconnecting.

Throughout the whole night, my mind wondered what he wanted to talk to me about. Even when I was in bed, I couldn't sleep without thinking about it. I kept shifting my position, but it didn't help. I didn't know why it was bothering me so much, but I think I have a clue. In high school, I was the odd one out. I hardly had any friends and it was weird hearing that someone wanted to talk to me about something. I had overcome it with the girls, but it was a boy this time. And I barely even know him. Of course, we bonded so quick that I forgot that he was a stranger and that 'kiss' we almost had. I really shouldn't worry about it. It's probably not that important.

It wasn't that long before I convinced myself to fall asleep and to not worry about it.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Dinah yelling my name. I opened my eyes and cringed at the sun's brightness. I groaned and shielded my eyes. "Dinah!" I grunted.