"So your friend's been telling me, you've been sleeping with my sweater. And that you can't stop missing me. Bet my friends been telling you, I'm not doing much better, coz I'm missing half of me." -Half a Heart
∆Diana Frost∆
A month passed since I've been back from London. Nothings changed. Vacation or no vacation the pain still rests inside of me. Hell yeah, it still aches.
"Whats up hot stuff?" Craze sits upsidedown at my grey couch with her legs swinging in the air while eating a bag of chips making an irritating noise from her mouth.
"Nothing. Stuck here for the last few weeks. Still busy with the book," I said, not even looking at her. Finally typing the last chapter of this damn book.
"Didn't you even miss me?" her voice joked with a pinch of sadness. Well this is the first time I saw her again after I came home.
"I dont," She gasped with exaggeration. Then I felt everything went black.
A soft fabric was covering my whole head, I took it off & memories dawned me.
"Whats the under of your pillow doing with Zayn Malik's sweater!" she screeched. More than a statement rather than a question. ",Is it a replica? Coz I'm fckin sure, that's exactly the same thing that he wore at the music video last month!" Oh sheez.
There's no escape with my best friend when it comes to secrets. Either she'll do nasty pranks to you or ignore you for a month, that I can't resist.
"Well?," Her eyebrows met and she's giving me an impatient look. Both her hands clutching on her waist, Gross. She resembles my mom at this moment.
I sighed. Stood up and invited her over the couch, I sat but she still remained standing but her arms folded. "Okay, I met the guy by accident," I spat out then told her everything.
And yeah. Why did I have his sweater anyway?
*
Silence filled the air around us. Then he suddenly leaned forward very close to me. "Wh-what are.. you doing?" I didnt expect my voice would go out as a frost.
I was more surprised when he took a piece of my hair hanging on my forehead and slid it behind my ear, brushing his fingertips with it. Oh that gratifying feeling.
My instincts said that I should close my eyes, stupidly I did. It was a peaceful moment for 5 seconds not until I released an amazing sneeze causing him to react and spill coffee all over my sweater. I didn't even showed any emotions of shock. I was completely cool and comfortable with a coffee stain lying on my dead-red sweater.
And he insisted me to wear his sweater though I declined his offer, and then accepted it afterwards before it leads to an argument.
*
"So what happened next?" Craze excitingly asks me with her baby blue eyes shining like a piece of diamond among the rocks, her chocolate locks were wrapped around her index finger while she kept on swirling it like a child.
"Don't you think its kinda creepy when you've been sleeping with his sweater? Oooh, If he knows this he's gonna acuse you as a 'creepy stalker'.." she smirks. "..like Duh. Time ticks, its been a month you know. Haven't you even washed it?" she continued asking, even though she didn't let me answer the first question.
I shrugged and said, "And no, I still haven't washed that piece of clothing."
"Aww, does Zayn smell that good?" she winks at me seductively.
I rolled my eyes as a reply, not knowing what to say.
∆Zayn Malik∆
*
"So.." she trailed off, eyes on her lap. We recently stopped in front of her hotel. The drive was a deafening silence.
"Yeah," I tilted my head to see her.
"Uh, Okay, Zayn Malik.. Its nice meeting you in a weird situation.." she clears her throat. "..so this is goodbye." now she looks at me while the faint smile on my face was starting to fade.
"Yeah,Goodbye." I finished it with a hushed tone, looking at the girl who just walked out of this car.
"I forgot, what's your name?!" I catched up shamelessly, hoping to hear me from the distance between us.
She turned her back slowly and again I searched for those caramel eyes now looking straight at my deep dark eyes. She lifts an eyebrow, "Its not for you to discover." she snaps at me, sticking out her tongue in a childish way & struts her way to the hotel, leaving me alone and clueless as hell.
*
"Let's put blank on his trousers later,mates." Harry says to all the other guys excitingly, I know he's talking about me. That prankster.
"NIAAALL, did you ate the pie I left in the refrigeratorrrr?" Louis asks.
"Yep, But I left some." Niall walks to the kitchen and brought back a leftover pie lying at his hand.
"Gimme that." Liam says, trying to get the pie. Then all guys came running after Niall who was still holding the Blank pie, laughing his head off.
Then there came an outbalanced Niall, coz somebody tripped him on purpose. Harry. It caused the pie to fly across the room and was smacked at the face of a Zayn Malik, me. Quietly sitting in the corner.
"WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE YOU?" I bursted out.
"Rock stars?" Louis smiles nervously.
"This is way better than Blanks." Clapping his hands, Harry smirks.
I groaned.
"What's the problem dude?" Liam sincerely asks. I looked at him and didnt bother to answer.
"I smell a girl." Niall butts in.
"Well, if its a girl, Zayn got whipped.." Harry said looking amused,everyone nods in unison.
"Sooo hard." Every one sang.
Then laughter filled up the whole room.
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