somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 27

I was awoken by the sound of my phone, vibrating like crazy. I groan, rolling over and grabbing my phone, reading the contents.

from: unknown number

Is this Georgia

Hello?

Please respond

If this isn't Georgia I am sorry

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I rub my eyes, before typing my reply.

to: unknown number

who is this???

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from: unknown number

My name is Zayn. Can I please call you? It's an emergency.

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to: zayn????

no wtf is wrong with you

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from: zayn????

Please oh my god you will understand I know its weird and creepy but just pick up the phone

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to: zayn????

fuck no you could be a murderer or something

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from: zayn????

Oh yes I will murder you over the phone, pick up!!!

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to: zayn????

do you even know what time it is???

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from: zayn????

Just pick up the goddamn phone

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Just as I read the text, my phone begins to vibrate, the number I assume is Zayn's flashing on the screen. I sigh, picking up the phone.

"Hello?" I ask groggily, slapping my face in some attempt to wake myself up.

"Georgia, hi, my name is Zayn," A boy says breathlessly, his British accent flooding my ears.

"How do you even know my name? Do I know you?"

"No but I know you and all about you"

"Okay this is really creepy. Goodbye," I say, ending the call. I place my phone back on the bedside table, tucking myself back into my doona. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone begins to ring. I mutter some curse words under my breathe, picking up the phone again.

"Look, Zayn, it is 2am on a Sunday. Stop calling, you fucking creep," I say harshly into the phone, ready to end the call again.

"Georgia! I know of you because Michael told me about you!"

I feel my heart stop. Michael. He ran away weeks ago, no one has heard from him. I'm not going to lie, I have been worried sick about him, and hearing that someone knows of his whereabouts makes me relax into the bed.

"Oh…" I say, biting my lip. I have tried not to think about Michael, unsuccessfully may I add, but I haven't heard his name out loud in so long. It was strange.

"He's in hospital," He says, making my heart stop.

"Where is he? Is he okay? What happened?" I ask, rising from my bed before falling over, quickly regaining my composure and walking towards the door. I don't care that we're broken up, I'm going to see if he's okay.