More Than This

Chapter Eight ~ Yeah, that's true.

            "Oh come on Shorty, it wont be that bad! Do I complain when Isabel stays at your place?" Eric back-fired at me. 

            "Don't you talk about Isabel! She's nothing like that jerk faced friend of yours! I don't give a rat's ass if he is Zayn Malik from ONE DIRECTION." Zayn Malik was rude and I don't care if he's Zayn. He was rude. So I will be rude too. 

           I pulled out my phone to see what time it was. It was 3 in the midnight. I saw that I had 5 missed calls from Isabel. Oh no, I'm dead. 

        Groaning, I dialled Isabel's number. She picked it up instantly. 

        "Happy Birthday Alana. Just because it your birthday and you're with Eric doesn't mean you have to ignore my calls," she said. I could imagine how she'd look if she were in front of me right now. 

       "Thank you and I love you! I'm sorry I din't pick up your call. I was at a One Direction concert," I said whispering. I hope she doesn't get mad at me. 

      "Come again?" she asked. 

     "Eric took me to a concert. Birthday gift, he says," I said looking at Eric standing there looking at me. I mouthed 'It's Isabel'. He frowned. I really don't know why he hates her. 

     "You are going home right now Missy. Do you even know that it's 3 AM." she said and hung up. That went well. Right?

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      "Eric, lets go home. I'm tired." 

      "Zayn is giving us a ride. He'll be here anytime. Look there is his." Zayn rode some car. You see, I'm not into cars. Typical girl you may say. But I'm not so typical either. 

      He stopped in front of us. I looked at Eric and asked him to sit in the passenger seat. I din't want to anywhere close to Zayn. 

       As Eric got into the car, I did too. As soon as I sat inside, I pulled out my phone and started playing Angry Birds. The boys went on talking about something. Who cares? After 45 minutes, we reached. 

       I got out of the car and started walking inside. I heard Zayn call out. I din't respond. He called out louder.

       Oh did someone notice me now? Gee. 

       I turned around. Zayn was walking towards me. I just stood there. 

       "You left your purse in the car," he said handing over my purse. 

       "Oh. My bad," I said and walked away. Serves you right Zayn Malik. I entered the building. There was a big surprise for me. 

       The elevator was fixed. I couldn't believe it. I got into the elevator and pressed 10. In less than 30 seconds, I was there. If only the elevator didn't work, it would have taken me 30 minutes to drag myself 10 storeys. 

       I walked to my door and unlocked it. I was really tired now. So I locked the door and went to my room. Clothes were lying all over the floor. Ignoring the mess, I jumped onto the bed and went off into deep sleep. 

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      BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.  It was 9. 

      My alarm kept beeping. It was driving me mad. So I woke up and threw the thing at the wall. I was having a terrible headache.

       I got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. I looked like a zombie. My hair was standing in all directions and I had a light shade of black under my eyes. I opened the medicine cabinet and took out an Anacin tablet and swallowed it with a glass of water.