Beginning With Forever(A Zayn Malik Love Story)♥COMPLETE

Chapter14:The Phone Call

Jasmine's P.O.V

I graduated. Without Zayn. I stayed home and got a job as a waitress at a restaurant downtown.

Zayn was everywhere, on the news, on the radio, in the magazines, you name it.He was on the red carpet. On TV. At the MTV Awards...I watched it all.

I watched every episode of X-Factor,for him. He did'nt win ,but, he formed the boy band One Direction.

I fell in love with one Direction,well, more so Zayn, but, I loved their music. Some of my favorites were, What makes You beautiful and Stole my Heart.

I had'nt seen Zayn in months, two and a half to be exact.

I wanted him back. Not because he was famous, because that meant nothing to me. I loved him so much. But I could never call him and tell him. I imagined how stupid I would sound if I just called him one day and told him how much I missed him, after the fact that I was the one who left him. Which was the worst decision ever.

So I waited to her from him and one day I did.

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"Hello?" I said curiously into my iphone. The caller id was unknown.

"Jasmine?" A familiar voice said.

"Is this-" My heart pounded

"Jasmine!" He intterupted. "It's really you!"

"Zayn!" I said,not holding back my excitement. I grinned from ear to ear.

"Listen..." I could almost tell that he was smiling through the phone. " I don't know what happend before..."

"Zayn, it's my fault I just did'nt expect it." I said apologeticlly.

"No it's my fault too. I should'nt have let you down like that."

"Well look at you now." I chuckled.

"You watched me?On X-Factor?" He asked.

"Of course I did." I said.

"Wow, that means alot, Thank you." It went silent for a moment. I could'nt believe I was talking to him again. " So you know, ever since I went onto X-Factor,they has'nt been a day that passed when I did'nt think about you or miss you, and I realized that....I can't live without you Jazz."

My eyes were full of tears and ready to burst. "I miss you Zayn."

"Yeah? Well that's why I want you to come on tour with me and the guys for a while. Would you like that?"

"Oh. Zayn!" My heart was ready to jump out of me. "I would love to."

"Really?Awesome!!!It's gonna be awesome." He said excitedly.

"I'll send a limo to your house tomorrow morning at six, to get you to the airport.I'll be waiting for you at the Airport in London. Go start packing!" 

"A limo?!" I thought.

"OK!OK!" I jumped up and down.

"I can't wait to see you." He said sweetly. I got those butterflies again.

"Ok! I have to go pack!." I laughed.

"Ok babe, I love you."

"I love you. Bye." I said quickly and hung up the phone.

I squealed and screamed as I ran up to my room to pack my bags. I was so excited to see him.

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The limo was there in front of my house as Zayn said it would be. The limo driver even opened the door for me when I got in. I felt like royalty.

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The plane ride was about ten hours long! I slept most of the time, because six in the morning was early for me to get up.

When the pilot came over the speaker and announced that we'd be landing, I almost lost my breath. The lady sitting next to me on the plane asked me if I was ok. She probably thought I wa having a heart attack or something.

I got of the plane with my suit cases, and a chaufer carried a couple of my bags also. He had asked to carry all of them but I insisted on carrying some, because I did'nt think it was fair.

The chaufer, who's name was, Bob, lead me to where Zayn would be. I did'nt know that it was him at first because he had to disguise himself from fans. Yeah, he was that famous. He wore dark colored Ray-bans and a grey fishing hat.

He ran towards me and picked me up and spun me. "Jasmine!"

I started to cry. He kissed me like he had'nt seen me in forever because, well, he had'nt.

"Mr.malik." Bob, the chaufer, whispered, "Shall we head towards the limo, before we run into some directioners?"

"Yeah Bob." Zayn put me down and held my hand, and grabbed one of my bags.

"Directioners?" I asked.

"Oh.That's what we call the fans." He said. "I ca'nt even go out in public alone anymore, they're every where."

I laughed. "That's crazy."

My boyfriend was famous.