When the note slowly fell, I quickly picked it up, not wanting to bring any attention to myself, if someone were to read the words Zayn had neatly written.
'Hey pretty, call me some time' - ZAYN
I couldn't believe it, it didn't seem real! I shoved the note in my pocket, shut my locker, and began the walk to the schools car park, once I spotted the black Mazda 3, I got in and drove.
I had some many unanswered questions, racing through my head, what could it mean? Was this some sort of joke? Zayn, out of all guys? Did he like me?
My phone, started ringing, Katy Perry;- Roar, i got goosebumps. Zayn? Could it really be Zayn?
It was an unknown caller.
I pressed call, and speaker phone. My heart plummeted, I heard the familiar voice of my mother, she sounded jumpy? Since when was the depressed woman, stuck in bed, every so jumpingly happy? My heart raced what had changed?
"Get dressed bby girl, do your hair and your makeup, I'm takin you somewhere special! Pick you up at 5.30?" She singsonged. She sounded like she did, before Father had died.
Despite the confusion I was feeling, it was overflowed with pure happiness.
I rushed home, and had a long hot shower, leaving my hair to naturally dry in beachy looking waves while I applied my makeup; brown eyeliner, to the bottom and a thin black line along the top, as well as thick black mascara. I threw on a black peplum dress, along with black stilettos, a silver clutch and small hoops.
I texted Zayn, on his apparent number, and was surprised by such a quick response.
I opened the text message and read;
"Hey, what's up? Xx - Z"
I still couldn't believe it, but tried to act confident anyway, "Out for tea actually, waiting to be picked up, how about you? Xx - H"
I sat down on the families black leather lounge smiling to myself, wincing at the coldness of the leather against my bare skin. It took what felt like only a single minute for Zayn to enthusiastically reply, "special occasion? Out with the boys xx - Z" come to think of it, I really didn't know why I was dressed up in the first place, my thoughts were clouded when I heard the familiar honk of mums, white Honda civic. I got up, smirking at the clicks the high stilettos made on the floorboards. I placed my phone in my glittery clutch, locked the door and walked out. Waving at mum as I edged towards the car.