Hating to Loving: A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction

One new message.

From who? I poked on it.

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT DID I JUST SEE. SERIOUSLY, WHAT. OH.EM.GEE. WHAT?! WHEN DID I EVEN ADD HIM?! FUCK JULIA!

Zayn J. Malik
So I see someone's starting to like me, huh?
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Zendaya Stone 
What? No! I've always liked you! ♥
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Zayn J. Malik
You just proved something.
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Zendaya Stone
And what did I prove? :)
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Zayn J. Malik
That you're not Zendaya.

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Zendaya Stone
But I am! :(
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Okay, so one thing for sure; I'M NEVER LENDING MY PHONE TO JULIA AGAIN. Second thing, SHE'S NOT MY BEST FRIEND ANYMORE. Third thing, I'm not sure of how Zayn Malik knows me well. I mean, he knew it wasn't me when "I" replied to him. But most boys would have assumed it was me. But how did he know it wasn't me?

I shook those thoughts away and charged my phone. God, it's so gonna be awkward tomorrow... Oh, wait. Oh, YES! It's a Saturday tomorrow! Aha, sucker! Maybe I'll just forgive Julia this once.

"With your face, and your beautiful eyes, and the conversation with the little white lies, and the faded picture of a beautiful night. You carried me from your car, up the stairs, and I broke down crying was she worth this mess? After everything in that little black dress; after everything I must confess... I need you."

My phone rang. I could've answered when Taylor Swift sang until the part, "Little white lies", but I just love that song so much that I had to make the caller wait, and answer the call only after the song ended.

"Hello?" I answered with a smile because of the wonderful song.

"Oh my God, Zendaya, I'm so sorry about the whole Facebook thing!" Julia.

"Huh? What Facebook thing?" I pretended to be dumb, as though I didn't know that the conversation happened.

"Wait, you don't...or didn't know?" And then I can imagine her pulling her most famous face: Why did I just tell her that? I could've kept my mouth shut and she wouldn't know. Ever!

"Were you not planning to tell me if I hadn't found out? My God, Julia. I hate you so much. Ugh, goodbye!"  And my mood is officially ruined again.

I hate my school life.