LOSER (ZARCEL)

CHAPTER 5

I hesitated to answer at first, but answered it before it stopped ringing.

"Uh, hello?" I said.

"Hey, this is Zayn, if you didn't know."

"Yes I knew, but how did you get my phone number?"

"Anne texted it to me about 10 minutes ago. The four of us exchanged phone numbers while you were out cold, last night."

"Oh, okay."

"Yeah."

"So why did you call?"

"Oh yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to cone to my house and talk for a bit?"

"Uh yeah, sure. I'd love to."

"Okay, great! So I'll text you my address and you can come here soon."

"I'll be there about 15 minutes, yeah?"

"Okay, sounds good. So.. I'll so you later."

"Yeah, okay. Bye." I said.

"Bye."

As I hung up, Gemma and Mum walked towards me with shopling bags in their hands.

"You ready?" Mum asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's go." Gemma said.

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In a matter of 10 minutes, we were back home.

"I'll just drop you off because I'm going out to Zayn's house." I told them as they got out pf the car.

"Okay, don't be gone for too long." Mum said.

"I won't, I'll be back in a hour or so."

"Alright, bye!" Gemma said.

I waved at them, then set off to visit Zayn.

I opened up the text Zayn sent to me earlier.

From Zayn Malik: The address is 6458 Ora Road :)

To Zayn Malik: Okay, on my way x

He didn't live too far from me, maybe 5 minutes away.

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Minutes later, I arrived at Zayn's house. It was nice and petite.

I walked up to the doorstep and knocked quietly on the door.

An older woman who I think was Zayn's mum opened the door.

"Hello there! You must be Marcel." she said.

"Yes I am." 

She smiled.

"Zayn talks about you all the time." She laughed, "I'm Trisha by the way."

I laughed.

"Nice to meet you, Trisha."

"The same goes to you."

I smiled.

"Thank you."

She just nodded her head.

"I'll go get Zayn. Come take a seat on the sofa." She said.

I nodded and sat on the sofa Trisha pointed at. I waited quietly for a minute, then Trisha came back with Zayn.

Zayn looked at me, obviously surpried at my new and different style.

"Woah. You look really different."

I chuckled.

"Yeah."

"So, follow me." Zayn said.

I nodded and followed him outside.

There was a bench out next to a tree in his backyard, and he sat down.

I did the same and sat next to him, but with a little gap between us.

There was a short moment of silence, then Zayn turned to me.

"So, uh. Would you mind if we became friends?" he asked.

"Why do want to be friends with a loser like me?" 

"Because you're not a loser. You're really smart, and you're a good kid. I kinda like that."

"So what are you trying to say?"

"Can we be friends, please?"

I'm really not sure about this. What if he's trying to trick me? I don't want to fall for his trap..

But I know what Ii can do with him. I

In my head, I smirked.

"Sure, let's be friends."

He smiled. 

"Great! So now let's talk about things about ourselves."

I nodded.

What Zayn didn't know is that he's falling right into my trap.