Different Worlds ||Zarcel Stalik|| (Zarry Au)✔️

Chapter Four

I woke up the next morning recieving a new text, probably from Marcel.

From Marcel:

Who the fudge r u?

21/01/15, 9.30 a.m.

I read the text message laughing at how Marcel wrote.

Who knew that a geeky boy like him would write like 13 years old white girl.

Seriously, I expected him to write in an all sophisticated manner, but huh the surprises of life.

And then, who the fuck would write 'fudge'?

I continued thinking while shaking my head.

To Marcel:

It's me babe, I'm Zayn :) x

21/01/15, 9.35 a.m

I sent the text still chuckling.

From Marcel:

Stop calling me that, who gave u my number?

21/01/15, 9.39 a.m.

He replied.

To Marcel:

What can't I call you 'babe'? It suits you. Besides, your father gave me your number a week ago.

21/01/15, 9.40 a.m.

I waited a few minutes for his reply, but it didn't come. Since I was a really impatiet guy I dialed his number and called him.

I waited and after that the phone ringed  for a bit he aswered.

"He-hello?" Marcel croaked out.

"Marcel, It's me Zayn. Why weren't you answering me?" I investigated.

"Uhm, Zayn? I am not, uhm, your boyfriend. So, if I want to aswer late, I can." He replied with a sassy voice.

"Calm down, sassy queen." I smirked.

"Ugh, why do you have my number, again?" He asked with his nasal voice.

"I already told you! Your father gave it to me, babe." I said to annoy him.

"Ughh, don't call me that! And why would he do something like that? Oh yeah, he wants to ruin my life."

"Maybe he wants to make your life better, instead, babe." I replied purposely ignoring him pleading me to not call him babe,

"Okay, okay I'll just ignore it." He almost shouted in desperation.

"What? The fact that I called you babe or the fact that I said that I'll make your life better, Uhu?" I wanted to take him the edge.

"Both." Marcel stated simply.

"Ooh, don't be so bad with me!" I falsely whined.

"What do you want from me? I thought you hated me." He changed the topic.

"Oh I wouldn't call you 'babe' if I hated you, trust me." And it was funny to tease him, but I didn't say that out loud.

"Right..."

"Okay, so what do you think about going out one of these afernoons?" I tried to ask. Well, if it was so funny through a telephone, imagine in person.

"What?! You and I, together?" He shouted.

"No I go out with my sister and you with whoever you want. Of course together, you dork!"

"Ha ha ha, funny. But why?" 

"Mhh, let's see, I want to go out  with you because I hate you and you are stupid, so yeah. Wake up Marcel, I want to go out with you 'cause you seem an interesting person and I want to get to know you. So the answer is?" I asked with hope.

"No." He stated.

"Oh c'mon. Please, please please, Marcel, just one chance!" I pleaded. Oh my God, my life was reaching very low points, eh.

"Uhm, okay, but just one chance." He said.

"Oh yes, thank you Marcel. Are you free on Tuesday afternoon?" I thanked him smiling.

"Yes."

"Perfect. See you on tuesday."

"Yeah yeah. I just hope you'll stop being sarcastic at least on tuesday." He said almost as if he was talking to himself.

"Well I can't promise you that. Bye babe." I said and I hunged the phone up.

Uh, I menaged to convince Marcel to go out with me. Well, maybe it will be interesting.

Meanwhile, my phone biped again signailing that I had recieved another text message.

From: Perrie Ma Wifey :)

Zee, you know that I love you, but this night I would like to go out with my friends. Do you need me to look after Dahlia also this evening?

Please say no :)

21/01/15, 10.30 a.m.

I chuckled at the text from my best friend. With this whole Marcel thing, I almost forgot that I had left Dahlia to Perrie. So I decided to text her that I would have picked Dahlia up early in the afternoon, since today and tomorrow I didn't have work.

To: Perrie Ma Wifey :)

Yes, don't worry, I'll come pick her up at 12 p.m. See you then.

Love ya Pez :)

21/01/15, 10.32 a.m.

Therefore that afternoon I found myself in front of my best friend's door. I knocked on it waiting for her to come.

I heard a 'coming' and soon a pink haired lady opened the door.

"Hi! Wow, Pink really suits you." I complimented Perrie's new hair colour kissing her on the cheek.

"Thank you so much, Z. Come in."

"How's been Dahlia?" I asked while entering the living room.

"She's been really good. Now she's in my room watching The Lion King for the, uhm let's see, 15th time today." She chuckled.

"You know how much she loves it!" I said laughing while making my way toward Perrie's room.

As soon as I opened the door, my little girl started to run towards me and I picked her up smiling from ear to ear.

"Dada!" She shouted happily.

Hello!

This is chapter four. I hope you like it as much as I do.

And I really enjoy writing this story.

So comment with you thoughts and vote.

-ale :)