A day, it's been a whole day since Zayn replied to my message and a whole two days since he followed me. I have been spamming him with more messages ever since then but he has not replied. It's a bit obvious that he won't reply, considering that he already replied and that he's a busy person so he doesn't have time to sit down and reply to my DMs that I spam him with.
I still don't mind though. I mean, I do care that he's not responding but I have nothing better to do than to spam him with messages.
To be completely honest, I'm shocked that he even replied or followed me in the first place.
The thoughts of Zayn made me pull out my phone. I opened up Twitter and sent him a message for about the hundredth time today.
Fayza: How was your day?? I hope your well, love you :)
I wasn't really expecting him to reply but I had hope that he would send me another message like he did yesterday.
"Fay!" I look up from my phone to see Alecia glaring at me from where she was sitting at. We were currently in my room, me on my bed while Alecia was comfortably sitting on the bean bag in the corner of the room.
"What?" I ask.
"Please do not tell me you're messaging that Zayn celebrity guy person."
I innocently stare at her. "I can't help it."
She groans and rolls her eyes. "Fayza! You're wasting your time, he replied once don't expect him to reply every minute."
"I know but..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say as I shrugged my shoulders. "So what happened with that Kyle guy?" I question, changing the subject.
Immediately, Alecia's face broke out into a huge grin. She stood up from the bean bag and joined me on the bed.
"I already told you, he asked me to prom." She said, excitement shown in her face. "I'm so happy! I honestly can't believe he asked me."
Alecia has had a major crush on this guy named Kyle for a while now, so him asking her out to prom is a huge deal for her.
"I'm happy for you." I tell her, sadness taking over me when I realize I haven't been asked out to prom yet. The worse part is that prom is in a week, a week and no one has asked me at all.
Alecia's smile fell from her face as soon as she saw that my mood slightly changed.
"Aw, Fayza." She said knowingly, a sympathetic smile plastered onto her face.
A loud groan escapes from my mouth as I fall back onto my bed, my head hitting my pillow. "Whatever," I mumble, "I'll just go to prom by myself. Who needs a guy anyways?"
"Fayza, don't be like that." Alecia tells me. "You're fucking hot, I'm pretty sure anyone would want to go to prom with you. You just got to wait, someone will ask you soon."
"I doubt it." I whisper quietly, staring at the ceiling.
"But first, before you even think about having a date to prom, you need at ask your parents if you can go." She states.
She was right, I have to beg my parents to go to prom. They basically don't let me do shit, they're strict as fuck. Especially when it comes to boys.
"Yeah, you're right." I answer. "I'm going to prom either way. With or without a date, I'm going and if my parents let me or not, I'm still going."
"Well prom is on the day of your birthday, just tell them that you the only thing you want for your birthday is to go to prom." She replied.
"That's actually not a bad idea."
"I know, I'm smart. I'll see you soon though, work starts in 20 minutes."
After hugging Alecia goodbye, I sat up on my bed and started to think.
Alecia was right, I have to go tell my parents that I'm going to go to prom. They need to let me go, they can't be strict all the damn time. Especially because I'm basically an adult now. Like come on, I'm turning 19.
I look at the time and see that it was 5 in the evening, which was perfect. Both my parents are home from work.
Getting up from bed, I walked out of my room and down the stairs. I went inside the living room to find both of my parents sitting on the sofa, watching something on the TV with a cup of tea in their hands.
"Mama, baba." I greeted them. "I have to ask you guys something."
"What is it?" My mom asks before taking a sip of her tea and setting the mug down on the coffee table.
"Can I go to prom?" I asked, looking at them with hopeful eyes.
"Oh, no." My dad shakes his head.
"What? Why?!" I frown. "Everyone's going, plus its on my birthday!"
"Prom? We don't do that stuff and you need a date to go. Don't make me give you that speech about boys—"
"But mama!" I groaned. "You guys can't do this. I'm growing up and—"
"Fayza!" My dad glared at me.
I rolled my eyes as my parents started to yell at me in Arabic, giving me reasons as to why I shouldn't go to prom.
They always did this, they talked nonsense all the damn time and it was so annoying.
Ignoring them, I stomped upstairs and loudly slammed the door of my room shut. I angrily threw myself on my bed and screamed into my pillow.
I pulled out my phone and opened up the Twitter app. Sighing, I clicked on the chat with Zayn.
Fayza: zayn I'm so sad :( the thought of you makes me so much happier, which is why i'm messaging you rn
Fayza: you probably aren't even gonna reply you already replied once idk if you're gonna see this
Fayza: i just need someone to talk to :((((
Fayza: i love you, i'm gonna go listen to MOM
Exiting out of the Twitter app, I plugged in my earbuds and started playing mind of mine. I closed my eyes, slowly falling to sleep to the sound of Zayn's sweet, angelic voice.
My eyes fluttered open and a small yawn escaped my lips. I stretched my sore muscles before looking at the alarm clock sitting on my nightstand, seeing that it was currently 3 in the morning.
I groaned when I realized I have to go to school in the morning. God, I just can't wait for school to be over. Only a few more weeks left, then summer.
I reached over and turned on the lamp sitting next to my bed. I squinted my eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light. As my eyes adjusted, I looked around my bed and tried to search for my phone.
I found it under my pillow and unlocked my phone, checking all the notifications I got throughout the night. I replied to messages, checked Instagram and snapchat, before lastly opening up Twitter.
Seeing I had a new DM made my stomach do flips. Knowingly, I tapped on the messages to see I had a new message from Zayn.
I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from screaming and waking up my parents.
He replied, again.
Zayn: Why are you sad love? Don't be sad hope everything is ok :) x
"Oh my fucking God." I whispered to myself. My heart was about to pop out of my chest and my hands were nearly soaked in sweat.
Zayn replied to me for the second time! It just doesn't hit me, it's as if I'm dreaming. It's not reality.
But it is reality. This is real.
Shakily, I started to message him back. I don't know if he was going to even open my DM again, I don't know if this was the last message he will ever send me, I just didn't know but it was worth a shot.
Fayza: my mood has been down because first of all no one has asked me out to prom yet, and prom is soon. tbh that's not a really big deal because i can go alone and hang out with my friends.
Fayza: second of all, my parents are SUPER strict. they're not letting me go to prom, they're making such a big deal out of it. prom is even on the day of my birthday!
Fayza: idk i just wanna go and have fun it's my last year in high school
Fayza: OMG CAN YOU TAKE ME TO PROM SKSMSMKSSK YOU CAN EVEN CONVINCE MY PARENTS TO LET ME GO
Fayza: ahahaha jk
Fayza: but yea :( idk lol
Sighing, I put my phone down and walk to the bathroom. I start to brush my teeth since I fell asleep earlier and forgot to do it. After that, I take a good ten minutes to brush and untangle my long black hair. I tied it up into a messy bun before returning back to my bed.
Unlocking my phone, my eyes widen when I see a notification from Twitter. Zayn replied again. I bit my lip nervously, trying to calm myself before I start fan girling and make my parents wake up.
This cannot be true. How is this real? Zayn fucking Malik keeps on messaging me. Oh my lord I'am going to pass out. Never would I think this would come true, never.
I clicked on the chat with Zayn and anxiously waited for it to load.
As soon as it loaded, I started to choke on my own spit. I couldn't believe my own eyes. I reread the message over and over, trying to process it all in my brain.
"No fucking way!" I covered my mouth, the message making me want to curl up in a ball and cry out of happiness.
Zayn: Ya I'll go to prom with you