A feminine voice came on saying a calm, "hello?"
I let out a small scream as I got flipped off the bed, thanks to Zayn as I caught my breath.
"May I ask who is speaking?" I chewed on my bottom lip as I carefully asked, trying to pick up on any accent whatsoever.
The girl on the other line giggled as she said, "its Ver, silly!"
I shook my head, how'd she find my number!? Crazy ass.
"Uhm, not to sound rude, but how do you know my number and what do you want?" I questioned as I furrowed my brows.
"I saw someone's Facebook status about you and I found it cute and I traced the number and it was this one" okay, this was hell of confusing, what? Who in their right MInd.
"What's their name?"
I stared over at Zayn who was on his phone as he looked back at me, giggling like a small school girl.
"Zay-ehn Melk?" I laughed hard as I spoke back over "well, love I think you've just became a great friend of mine, we can hang whenever you like" I ended the call as I looked over at zayn laughing my head off
"ZAY-EHN MELK" I laughed once more before I pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Can I come and hang, doing my nails and braiding hair omg omg omg. " He laughed as I glared at him.
"No, of course not, your beauty is mine, all mine!" I laughed evilly as I look down at my combats.
"Then if you won't let me go, give me back the Doc Martins I bought you." he smirked playfully as I gave him a slight glance.
"Zayn..." I trailed off in a sing song voice.
"Oh yeah, Mrs. M?" He chuckled as he was trying to tug off my shoe with a groan.
"Fine, you can come, don't take my combats off and I choose your clothes or else..." I laughed as he somehow managed to take off my one sided combat.
"ZAYN!" I shrieked as he threw the shoe at me luckily ducking.
