CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
I ran into the house and jumped on the couch. The front door closed and the couch sunk where my feet were.
"Perrie, will Zayn be mad?"
"Will Zayn be mad about what?" I heard someone say. It wasn't Perrie, it was Zayn.
"I joined cheerleading." I said, sitting up.
"Now the boys are really going to all over you!" He threw his hands up.
"I took a video of this tumble the coach asked her to do. I'll show you." Perrie patted the couch next to her. She played the video as Zayn sat down to watch. His eyes went wide.
"I didn't know you could do that!" He exclaimed. I giggled. I texted Katie to look at what Perrie posted and she called me just to scream. Perrie called Jade, Jesy, and Leigh.
'Text this number and say -hi, it's Kylee.- or something like that'
And then she sent a number. I typed it in and said
'Perrie told me to text this number. It's Kylee.'
I got a response within seconds.
From: the number
'Hello, it's Cher Lloyd. :)'
I added it to my contacts and then stood up and screamed as loud as I possibly could. Perrie smiled at me, probably knowing why I was freaking out.
"Oh my gosh! I fucking love you so much, Perrie." I jumped on her lap and hugged her.
"Can't... breath... Kylee..."
"Sorry. You should've expected that."
K- I just screamed. I love you so much. Sorry, fangirling.
C- Aw, haha. We should meet up sometime! How about tomorrow? We could go for coffee.
K-That's perfect. See ya then. :)
C- Okay! Can't wait xx
"Cher said I could go with her tomorrow for a while. Is that okay?" I asked Perrie.
"Yeah, just let me know when you're coming home so I can unlock the door for you."
"Ooh, are you and Zaynie doing something tomorrow?" I teased which made her blush.
"We're going out because he's about to leave for tour."
"Oh, okay. I'm going to miss you, Zayn." He hugged me.
"I'm tired. Goodnight. Perrie, come with me real quick." I said. We walked upstairs and I changed into pajamas and took a shower while Perrie waited in my room. When I finished, I went and laid in my bed. Perrie stroked my hair.
"Does Zayn like me? I feel like I bother him." A tear slipped out of my eye.
"Of course he does. He's just not used to kids or teenagers." She smiled at me and kissed my forehead.
"I love you. Get some sleep."
"I love you too, mummy. I'm going to call you that now." I smiled at her.
"Are you going to call Zayn dad?"
"No, it doesn't feel right. I hated my dad and my mom, but my dad more. I don't want to think of him in a ba way, so I'll call him Zayn." She nodded.
"Goodnight." She said before she closed the door. I fell asleep as soon as I was comfortable. It was only 7:30 but I was tired.