You Belong With Me (A Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

• Chapter 4 •

YOU BELONG WITH ME • CHAPTER 4

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***Dillon's P.O.V.***

"Hello girls," Liam came down, grinning. It's been months since Mason was born. Most of the time I've stayed at Roslyn's and Selena's because of the baby.

"Hey Li." Roslyn sat up, and got out. It was her thier birthdays over the next two days; Liam was turning theirteen and Roslyn was turning twelve like yours truly.

"I have a present for you!" He gave her a little box. She was so into unwrapping it, and heart sank when she found absolutely nothing inside. Fury poured over her.

"LIAM JAMES PAYNE!" She threw it at the other end of the sofa, making it hit a dead Blythe in the face.

"What? Happy birthday!"

"The only thing your getting for yours tomorrow is a punch in the face!" Ros got up, and soon enough, her and Liam were going at it. Wrestling and tumbling around the floor. They could've broke Selena's rib cage if she hadn't squirmed up against the couch!

Ah, another long day at the Payne residence.

***Zayn's P.O.V.***

It's been just about tweleve hours since I accidently messaged this girl named Dillon. I can't even begin to say how pretty she is. Much better than Penelope, who I was dared to ask out last night.

"Zaaaaiiiin!" Doniya was calling.

"Wha?" I asked, popping a hunk of my sandwich sitting by my laptop.

"I'm going out! Keep an eye on things for me!" I heard the door shut.

I glanced at my digital alarm clock on the side of my four-poster. In big red numbers it said 9:37 a.m. I could really be sleeping right now.

I got online and DANCE_4_LIFE was lit up by a green smiley face. So, I said a simple 'hey' and from there it just escalated into a flow blown conversation.

DANCE_4_LIFE: Yeah, setting up for a friends birthday party at 2 today. turning tweleve like me today.

ZAIN_MALIK: Coool. Im 13 :D So...its 1:30. I assume u gotta go?

DANCE_4_LIFE: Unfortuneately. See ya Zayn. ;)

She was a keeper. I never personally met the girl and I'm....falling in love? Not at thirteen. Nope. I refuse. She probably didn't even have the same feeling. But she was cute...and blonde.

***Dillon's P.O.V.***

"Go Dillon! Go Dillon!" I was trying to show up Liam in a dancing contest that I won by a longshot in the end. I do admit, he wasn't bad. Just like his singing. Roslyn was the one who couldn't dance!

I finished with a split and the few friends that were in the backyard clapped.

"That was good Dill," Selena cooed from her Batman comic.

"Can I see that after your done Sel?" Liam asked.

"No! My Marvel!" She held the book into her chest, making everyone laugh.

"Rossy! Li-Li! Get your friends! It's cake time," I heard their mom call from the kitchen.

I held the gate open while everyone streamed through. That's when I noticed a little girl, no older than us, sitting with her head in her hands across the street. It looked like a party was going on. I felt bad, but of course I did; I was sensitive.

"Hello." I think the girl was taken aback a little when I didn't have an English accent. I actually was able to make eye contact with her, which was a statement for this quiet girl.

"Hi. This is such a drab. I'm from Canada. Name's Camille. We moved here to take care of my grandma. My uncle just got married. I'm so insanely bored."

"Well...I'm sure my uh...friends wouldn't um...mind if you..you came over for her party." I grinned, then looked at the sidewalk.

"Yeah. Um, I can go tell my parents I'm coming over. Your across the street?"

"Mmhmm."

"Well, I'll ring the doorbell or something. Oh, I never caught your name!" She spun, her long black waves fell perfect.

"Dillon."

With that, we paid our goodbyes and I went back to the party.

And that's how the clique started: just the six of us. Roslyn's brother was pretty close. Blythe had an older sister, but she never came around being away in college. Her name's Connie. Then their was me and my only-child cousin, Selena, and Camille, the newest addition.

We'll say that Camille caught on with us from the word go. And I think you'll agree that our friendship's lasted pretty long.