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Megan and Zayn: Sitting On A Wall.

Another Megan!! Haha :) Here we go again :D

x Lana x

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Megan and Zayn: Sitting On A Wall.

Megan's POV:

The sun blazed as I sat on my bed, staring out the window. My phone rang, my boyfriend's ringtone. I picked it up eagerly.

'Hey, Michael!' I said, sweetly.

'Heeeey...Megan...' His voice sounded awkward.

'Ooh, what's up with you?' I asked, sympathetically. 'Wanna chat?'

'No, Meg, see. I'm breaking up with you.'

My heart nearly stopped, I swear.

'On the phone? Now?' I asked, in disbelief. My heart started beating again, this time thumping really loudly. His voice rand through again, killing me.

'Yeah.'

'But...but Michael, we were so perfect! They called us an item...why?' I wanted to know, picking us random objects from around my room and then hurling them on the floor.

'Someone moved in next to me - we really click, I-'

'Who is she?!' I cut him off. Who was this chick and how dare she steal my boyfriend?

'Her name's Katy, great girl, you should-' I hung up on him, not letting him finish. I let my tears loose, sobbing. Katy, he couldn't mean my Katy, could he? Not my best friend Katy. Not her, she wouldn't do this.

I ran downstairs, out the door and onto the quiet street. I slumped down on a brick wall by my house, trying to calm down. Ibwas alone for a few minutes before a tanned boy came strolling down the road, humming to himself.

'Hey,' He noticed me, coming over to sit beside me. 'I'm Zayn.'

'Megan,' I said, sniffing. 'Hi.'

'You okay?' He asked, easing onto it. I shook my head, feebly.

'My boyfriend dumped me for someone else,' I whimpered. I had love Michael so much!

'Who?' He asked, smiling at me.

'My friend!' I wailed.

'Ouch,' Zayn said, pulling my head in, letting mr cry on his shoulder. I cried for a good te'n minutes, before I sat up, apologising about his jacket and the mess it was in now.

'You don't need a douche like him. Move on, Megan,' Zayn murmured into my ear. His lips brushed my eat, sending shivers down my spine.

'Move onto who?' I wanted to know, as the sun beat down on me.

'To me,' Zayn said, rubbing my shoulders. 'I'd be a great boyfriend. I'd give you everything. I'd never dump you. I'd stay faithful and five you little gifts.'

'You would?' I smiled.

'Are you ready to move on?'

'Nearly,' I whispered, grinning.

'When you're ready, I'm waiting,' Zayn told me, getting up and walking down the street. After a second's thought, I raced after him, catching his arm.

'Im ready.'

Zayn beamed and kissed me.