Save Me Tonight

I <3 Zayn Malik?

Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

We walk out to the car and hop in. My mom starts the engine and my eyes start to drift around the car. The rearview mirror catches my eye. A figure with brown, almost black head of hair ducks behind a jeep.

“Stop!” I scream at my mom before I can stop myself. The car jerks to a stop. I scramble out before I hear what my mom yells. “Zayn!” I scream, running to where I saw the figure disappear. “Zayn Jawaad Malik you come over here right NOW!” I yell.

“Is it me you’re screaming at?” The voice comes from behind me but it does not belong to Zayn. I turn on my heel. He’s about the same height as Zayn, and his hair is almost black.

“N-no. I’m looking for my friend.” I stutter.

“You’re friends with Zayn Malik?” He laughs.

“Umm, kinda. Why did you think I was yelling at you anyway. You’re name isn’t Zayn, is it?” I ask.

“No but, well. I’m Dayton, and my old girlfriend used to call me Day.” He smiles.

“That’s so dorky.” I smile.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah.” I answer.

“Well I have to go.” He says taking a step back. I take a step back too. “I never caught your name.” he says.

“Callie.” I say. He smiles and turns around. As he walks away a paper falls out of his pocket.

“Dayton?” I ask picking up the paper. I look up and he’s gone. I open the paper. It’s his number. I walk back to my car shoving the paper in my pocket. He doesn’t realize who I am. It’s not like I expect him too. I’ll call him and explain. Maybe meet up somewhere so I can show him. I get back in the car dreamily.

“Callie? Why did you tell me to stop? We could’ve gotten into an accident! Are you crazy?” My mom yells at me as soon as I buckle my seatbelt.

“Sorry.” I mutter. She takes off down the road ranting on about how dangerous that was. I tune her out until we pull back into the driveway.

“So that’s why you’ll never ever do that again. Am I clear?”

“Yes mom.” I answer hopping out. I make my way up to the guest room and shut the door. My cellphone rings Harry’s tone. I answer it.

“Harry!” I exclaim

“Hi Cal.” He says. I smile. “How are you?”

“Fine. What have you been doing?” I ask.

“Nothing really.” He replies. I lean back on the bed.

“Well I miss you.”  I say, frowning and playing with the bed spread.

“Me too.” He replies.

You know, I saw the weirdest thing today. I saw somebody who looked exactly like Zayn at the mall today. I want to say this, but I don’t. I really don’t want to creep him out. We talk for about half an hour and finally hang up. I huff.

“Callie!” My mom calls from down in the kitchen. I take off down the hallway.

“What?” I ask pounding down the stairs. I turn into the kitchen.

“Aunt Molly! Uncle John!” I cry flinging myself into my aunt’s arms. Aunt Molly was dad’s twin, and she looks extremely like him. She’s short and chubby and the sweetest thing you can imagine. Uncle John is her husband, and he’s tall and gangly, like their two sons. Their daughter… more like aunt Molly. Minus the chubby.

“You’re so tall!” Aunt Molly exclaims looking up at me.

“Not really.” Grayden’s voice comes from behind the corner. I run up to hug him. Even though I’m tall, (Okay, only like 5’6) Grayden is a good 6 inches taller. His younger brother Noah is about two inches shorter than him.

“I missed you!” I exclaim. I haven’t seen my cousins for about a year, because they live all the way in Arkansas. “Where’s Alyssa?” I ask excitedly.

“Out in the car dear.” Aunt Molly answers. I take off for the front door, bumping into Noah on the way.

“ALLY!” I scream.

“Callie!” She hops out of the car to greet me. Alyssa is the same age as me and we’ve been best friends for the longest time. I hug her as she drops her duffle bag to the ground. “It’s true?” She screeches into my ear.

“What?” I ask.

“My cousin is dating Harry Styles!” She shakes me back and forth.

“Yeah.” I smile at the thought of him. I break away from her grasp to get a good look at her. The thing I’ve always liked about Alyssa is that when we were little, everybody always thought we were twins. I can now see why. Her brown hair falls just past her shoulders in curls, and her chin points just a little bit forward. I pick up her duffel bag and lead the way into the house.

“Why don’t you and Alyssa sleep in the basement this week?” My mom says as we reach the kitchen. I nod and lead the way down the basement steps. I drop her stuff on the floor and sit down next to it

“Let’s see what we’ve got.” I say. Whenever she comes I always steal all of her clothes and she always steals all of mine. She blushes as I pull out the white shirt on top. I read the writing. I <3 Zayn Malik.