One Direction One Shots - BoyxBoy and BoyxGirl.

Short Story 6 - BoyxGirl - Zayn and Basma

  I'm sitting on my couch, slightly excited, but also nervous.  Why would he ask me to talk to him at a time like this?  We've been married for the past year.  I could hear my heart thump faster and faster.  I'm thinking of all the possibilites of him wanting to talk to me.  He could be asking me about how my day went... Since he never seems to pay attention to me at all these days... Or what if...?  I heard my phone ring.  I checked caller I.D.  It was Harry!  I sigh in relief as I clear my head and picked up the phone. 

"Harry!" 

"Hey Basma!  What's up?" 

"I don't know.. Your the one who called me!" 

"Oh yeah!" Harry Chuckled, "Wanted to see how you and Zayn were!" 

I stare at the wall, not answering Harry. 

"Um.. Basma?" 

"Y-Yeah, um.  We're doing fine.  Hey I have to go, I'll call you later, alright?" 

"Alright...   And Zayn said he might be a little late coming home, hope that doesn't bother you, Bye!" 

After i heard the other line hung up.  I ran to my room, closing the door, with tears already streaming down my face.   Could Zayn maybe be... wanting to talk to me because he wants to have a divorce?  We have been so distant these days...  Whenever I'm with Zayn and the band, he seems like he wants to hang out with them more than me..  And when he comes home from rehersals he just goes up to his room, not asking me how i was or a least a 'hello'.  

  Eleanor and Danielle say that I shouldn't worry about it, and that it's normal.  But..  then again -- I haven't told them about the situation at home.  Maybe I'm just too clingy to him.  Maybe..  i'm a bother to him?  Maybe getting married was a bad idea?  I should have said no!  I don't know..  What to do.  

 And he's coming home late...  That must mean he's trying to find a way to tell me that he wants a divorce.  I throw a pillow accross the room, seeing tears drop from my face to the floor.  I fall on the floor, crying like there was nothing left to do.  I loved him too much... I can't... I can't lose him... 

  I hear my cell phone ring again.  i groan and look at who was calling.  Louis!  I smile a bit, as he was the closest to me in the band besides Zayn.   I pick up the phone.  Hearing his voice made me smile a bit. I choked back a sob and started talking to him

"BASMAA!" 

"LOU!" 

"You voice.. Are you okay?!  What happened?!  Don't tell me it's Zayn!" 

I was surprised.  He was the only one who saw through me with that voice.  The voice sounded normal, just a little quieter.  Everyone i talk to while talking in that voice just thinks I have a sore throat.  

"What are you talking about Louis?" I laugh, "Nothing is wrong.." 

"Basma, something is wrong.  I can tell by your voice.  Either tell me or I'm coming over there." 

I started to answer, but then i hear voices on the other side, that was definely not Louis's.  "Zayn." The girl on the other side moaned, "That's perfect."  I heard clothes getting taken off and put on the floor.   I didn't answer Louis, but tears came out.  Not sad tears, tears of anger. 

"L-Louis..  What's going on over there?" 

"W-What are you talking about?  Nothing is!  And since you didn't answer what was wrong.  I'm coming over there." 

"Louis, Seriously what's goi---" 

I never got to finish what I was saying because i heard a knock on the door.  Curious, I walked to the door.  I opened it up, to see Louis.