Zayn's POV
I was looking out the window of the plane, it was dark out already. The dusky dark clouds were making it impossible to see any further than that. I sighed, how could I just leave Kendra like that?
I looked around the plane, it was very calming and comfortable. I couldn't help but feel guilty about leaving but I had to go and perform for the fans, she'll make it through her surgery and I'll see her soon. It could be that easy, right?
I heard someone cough and jumped out of my thoughts, I looked around but everyone else was busy. Niall, Harry and Paul were asleep while Liam and Louis were watching a movie on one of their computers with their headphones in.
I've been texting Kendra the whole plane ride but she hasn't replied in at least 10 minutes, I've began to draw a bit but I keep getting distracted by nothing. I looked at my phone clock, it was 7:45 pm. We've been on the plane for about 2 hours now and I wanted to get to sleep around 11 or 12ish pm, I don't want to be up the whole night.
With nothing else to do, I went on twitter to read some tweets from fans, randomly following a lot of them. Suddenly I was getting a call from a blocked number, I never answer them so I just decided to simply press decline. Hopefully it was just a prank from one of my mates back home or something like that.
I set my phone down and returned back to my drawing, I was drawing Kendra by memory. I had every little detail memorized about her, from her smile to her dimples, even to the little beauty mark underneath her eye. I couldn't get her figure out of my mind.
Again, my phone started to ring with the same blocked number showing on the screen, I declined again, returning back to drawing. Who could that be and what in the world would they want?
I could feel my palms start to get sweaty and the sharpie wouldn't stay still in my hand. I was starting to get worried about Kendra, she hasn't replied in about 20 minutes now, was she okay? All these blocked calls were messing with my brain, ever since the fire and stuff I'm not even sure how I am..
I texted Kendra again, asking her if she was okay, she would understand what I mean because I am worried about her, very worried.
Almost immediately she replied back and said, "yeah! Sorry, I was in the shower lol why?" Getting that message calmed me down a bit, I felt more relaxed.
I replied by saying i was just making sure, i didn't want her to worry about anything! I sat back in my seat a little more, looking back out of the window, I felt my phone start to vibrate and when I looked; it was the blocked number. I was getting fed up with its continuous calls so I just let in and answered. "What," I asked sharply into the phone.
"Do you want your little girlfriend to be okay after her operation?" A low muffled voice sounded on the other line. I almost choked, this was the scariest voice I have ever heard in my life.
"Y-yeah," I hesitated, I didn't know how to respond.
"Well.." The mysterious voice stopped with a long pause, "that makes one of us," then there was a deep laugh following. I pressed the end button as fast I could, I didn't want to hear another thing like that again. I was becoming frightened, very frightened, not only for my health, but for my girlfriend's.
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One in a Million
Teen FictionWhen 18 year old Kendra Orlando, a teenage girl with a life changing secret, meets heartthrob Zayn Malik while shes spending a month with her snotty foreign exchange student's family, both of their lives change for eturnity. But what will happen whe...