Chapter 4
Where on earth was my phone now? I absolutely could not afford losing it.
I rattled my brain thinking of all the places where I could've forgotten it. I remembered talking to mum and then keeping it on the table. I must've picked up the wrong phone from there.
At the moment I was holding an exact same Galaxy S III like mine, with the same white cover. The wallpaper was the only thing that helped me recognize that it was the wrong phone. Speaking of wallpaper, I suddenly remembered the Zayn picture set on my lock screen. Oh god, whoever had my phone was probably thinking I'm a twat. With another sigh, I decided to send a text to my own number. Ridiculous! I thought to myself, while typing out a text.
Hey our phones got exchanged. Whoever you are, we need to meet up and get out phones back. Please call back as soon as you see this.
-Aamna
Thankfully, the phone didn't have a passcode, and neither did mine so it'd be easy to contact each other. I then decided to glance through the contacts and messages, to get an idea of whose phone I was holding at the moment.
To add to my misery, I made yet another horrifying discovery. I was probably holding Zayn Malik's phone! The contacts, messages and everything else pointed in only one direction, no pun intended. To confirm my doubt, I received a reply to the text I had sent.
Hey Aamna! This is Zayn. What a surprise. This is soo funny, but yeah we gotta meet up. And seriously, are you THAT big of a fan? I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the wallpaper :P Meet me at my place tomorrow at 6pm if it's okay with you. I'll call you up to give you the address :) x
Amazing! Just what I had been dreading! Zayn must be laughing his head off. I remembered Aaliyah messages about Zayn on the phone, and died another death.
I couldn't possibly sleep the night away, and although I was crying on my fate, I did feel sort of glad having Zayn's phone. I was reckoning to message Aaliyah, but thought a tweet would be safer. So I opened twitter, went to the DM section and typed
Al guess what? Zayn and my phones got exchanged, and I'm currently typing through his phone :P We're meeting tomorrow! xD
Aaliyah : Ammie! Woman! You're one lucky girl! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? You did that on purpose? :P
Aamna: Do I look like a creep? Why would I do that on purpose? It just happened!
Aaliyah : Liar :P
Aamna : I swear! I didn't do it! Why the heck would I want Zayn to discover our little secret?
Aaliyah : Your fangirling is no secret, idiot! -_- The entire world knows what you do for 1D esp. Zayn. Girl I gotta sleep. Catch you tomorrow!
Aamna: Goodnyt! :*
My happiness knew no bounds now. I didn't care how much Zayn would laugh at me tomorrow, cause' all I cared about was meeting him AGAIN!
I nearly forgot to reply to Zayn's text, and then typed out a reply
Okay! I'd be glad to meet you again :D See you tomorrow.
P.S I hope I didn't seem like a creep :s I go a bit overboard with my fangirling.
Zayn : Absolutely not! I've had girls hide in trashbins to meet us. You are perfectly sane! See you then. Gotta sleep. G'night Ammie. Hope it's okay if I call you Ammie :P I've heard Aaliyah call you that at times! :P
I couldn't help but smile at his reply. I then typed
Haha it's okay! G'night Zayn! :D
This seemed so surreal to me right now. I never imagined that I'd be actually texting ZAYN MALIK!
This was happening!
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Hey all! Hope the chapters are getting better. I'm personally enjoying the whole experience of writing this FF. I've no idea how long I'd want this to be, but it will atleast be 10 chapters. Could be more, depends actually. Thank you for reading. Please leave your comments :)
Edited by paintthetown - 13 years ago
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