Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 35: No comments all around

This chapter is for DanicaAnderson.  She's a silent reader and votes for like every chapter I've written.  So this one's for you because you're awesome.  I hope you like it because I think it's the best one so far.

Ok. So here's the deal to any readers who read my notice.  Wattpad replied back to me and said my story is pretty graphic and should stay an R unless I'm willing to make some changes.  *scoffs* whatever.  I know there's a lot of swearing but have you guys SEEN some of the stuff some people post and get away with at a PG-13?  I mean really people?  I've seen some pretty intense oneshots... I'm unwilling to change so there will be no repost as of now.  It stays an R.  I will not compromise my writing for "the man".  I guess I just have to come to terms with the idea that if my story is good enough, people will eventually find it and tell their friends.  So if you have a friend that's a directioner and you like my story, please send them this way.  I love you guys and thanks for listening to my rant.  Back to writing.  Xx

Who knows, maybe I'll rework it so I have an R version and then water it down a bit and have a PG-13 version too.  I just don't think it would work as well if you remove all the cussing and take out the romantic bits.  Oh wells.  Onward and upward or some crap like that.

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Chapter 35:  No comments all around

*Zayn's POV*

"No comment," A familiar female voice said and then hung up.

I brought my phone down from my ear and waited for a minute before I got up the balls to dial her again.

"I said NO CO-" but I quickly interjected before she could have the chance to hang up again.

"It's Zayn," I said quickly.  There was silence on the other end of the line.  "Thalia?  Tal are you there?" I asked.

I heard her sigh.  I could hear the exhaustion heavy in that one breath.

"Tal, are you alright?  Do you need me to come round to yours?" I offered.  I suppose she was having a difficult day as well.

"No Zayn.  Don't come.  That's the last thing I need right now," she said in a depressed mannor.  "The paparazzi are outside.  Don't need them to see you here and have more photo evidence of our apparent indescresion," Thalia told me and it hurt that she didn't want my help and sounded so down.

"So I guess things aren't going so hot for you either, huh?"

"Understatement of the goddamn century, Malik," she said with upset.  I knew by the way she said my name, she was on the verge of some sort of emotional break down.  I just couldn't tell if she was going to cry or scream at me in frustration. 

"Tell me about it then.  Tell me how I can help fix the trouble I created," I said, trying to be that person she shared her problems with, that shoulder to cry on.  Thalia didn't know what an impression she had made on me last night. 

Don't think that what I'm about to say is shallow, but her looks are what drew me in first, just like what compells everyone to talk to someone of the opposite sex that they might be interested in.  What I'm saying is that I had been attracted to her looks when I first met her in the nightclub, but then she opened her mouth and started talking.  Her personality was so unique that I couldn't help but be dragged in, desperate to know her better.  She was perceptive, quick, and natural with a hint of sarcasm that caught me off guard but made me laugh every time she cracked a joke.  I was frustrated that we were going on tour so shortly after I had met her, but I wanted to give this a shot.  I wanted to try and get Tal to see me in the light that I saw her.

"Zayn, you don't get it.  I fucked up my entire life last night.  I just want you and all of the complications you brought with you to go away," she pleaded with me.  I wasn't sure how to respond to this.  From her statement, it sounded like she didn't even want to be friends.