My fingers are tired now. I had been learning a new type of music on my guitar for a long time; a mixture of rock and pop.
I literally can't stop smiling to myself. I can't hide it either. My mom has asked me why I am smiling so much. I told her it was nothing. I haven't told her about Harry yet.
"Me: Hi, Harold! How r ya?"
I text Harry. He doesn't reply instantly.
"Hazza: Oh, hey, Anna! I am fine, hbu?"
I am typing a reply when Harry's another text pops up.
"Hazza: hey, i am kinda busy. i'll talk 2 u later? sorry x"
"Me: oh, np, don't worry about it. Sorry for disturbing."
Well, I am bored. I text Zayn.
"Me: Vas Happening, Bradford bad boi?"
<I know, carrot times>
"Zen:hey"
Okay, not a very enthusistic reply.
"Me: how r u?"
"Zayn: fine"
"Me: thats good."
It shows "seen" but Zayn doesn't text anything.
"Me: umm...u bz?"
"Zen: no?"
"Me: kay"
It shows "seen" again but he still doesn't text anything. I get up and go into the kitchen because my stomach's rumbling. I get a bowl of icecream and come back.
Still, nothing.
Is he alright?
"Me: um.....u ok?"
"Zen: yeah"
"Me: u dont seem 2 b in a good mood"
"Zen: and......?"
What's with HIM?
"Me: um....u wanna talk bout it?"
"Zen: with u?"
"Me: yeh.....?"
"Zen: never"
What? Why? It's like he'll talk to anyone about it BUT me. What's up with that?
"Me: u angry at me?"
It shows "seen", but no reply.
"Me: Zayn, what did i do??"
Seen, but no reply.
"Me: Zayn, i m sorry, okay? i dont know what it is, but i m sorry!"
Seen.
There I go again, apologizing for something I am sure I didn't do. It's ALWAYS this way.
"Me: ???"
"Me: k, stop."
"Me: what did i do??"
"Zen: idk, steal something from me?"
"Me: whut??"
Seen.
Enough.
"Me: okay, can u stop this??"
I am tired of being treated like this.
"Zen: can YOU stop this?"
"Me: STOP WHAT??"
I am getting frustated!
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Not Perfect - a 1D fanfic
FanfictionAnna is a high school girl who tolerates her violent dad and staying alone at school. But as she meets Zayn and Harry, two new guys in the school, things might change.
