The Boy

Sabby Moore is just an Australian girl. A girl that has a lot to deal with. She is constantly bullied and tormented, her mother is a drunk with abusive boyfriends and Sabby can't take it anymore. She starts to have suicidal thoughts. When everything seems to be getting worse and worse... she joins a website and begins talking to a boy. But when this boy reveals who he is, will Sabby believe him? Can he show her what it means to smile?


11. Does she like me?

Zayns point of view 

she hadn't replied. What was that supposed to mean? Maybe she didn't like the band, or maybe it was me. Maybe she loved the band but hated me because of my background and because I smoke.

I could not loose her though. Sabby... The name played on my lips. 

"Put your phone away," Paul instructed as he came up to me. "You're on stage in an hour." He didn't wait for a response. He never did. 

I slid the phone into my pocket and went to the dressing room where our outfits for the night were kept. Tonight, according to our stylist, I would wear my varsity jacket with a white shirt. The pants were my black baggy jeans with a chain loosely hanging off. 

"You ok, Mate?" 

I jumped. Someone had slapped my bum. Turning I saw it was Harry. I sighed with relief. Leave it to Harry slap my bum and freak me out. 

"You ok?" Harry repeated the question as he pulled his shirt off and reached for Louis' signature white with blue stripes tee-shirt. Just for fun, just to bug the managers and just to drive the fans a little more crazy. 

"Yeah." I took off my shirt, the chain catching onto the shirt, though I managed to keep it on my neck. "It's just stress," I added with a fake smile when Harry doubtfully stared at me. 

"Stress never keeps you this quite, it never brings such a silly smile to your face or give the most concerned look ever. Spit it out, buddy. We all want to know." 

Inwardly I groaned as I pulled on my jeans and adjusted the belt and chain. "Can I tell you after the show?" 

"Before would be better," Harry insisted.

my phone beeped and I fished it out of the discarded pants on the floor. Sabby had replied!  My heart leapt for joy, until I read the contents. She wanted a picture. Of me. 

"Take a picture of me," I ordered Harry, shoving my phone in his face. He was going to ask why but I guess the tone in my voice told him to shut up. He snapped the picture and I eagerly sent it. 

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