Texting Zayn Malik

Bitches, Poking and Laughing

Iris's POV

I decided to leave my mobile for a bit of time and just relax. It had been too long since I relaxed.

The word tired perfectly described my situation. The whole Birthday gifts thing, then there was Zayn's gift, Eric's surprise and now, Zayn's question. Everything was piling up on my brain.

I just got up to cook something when,

*Beep*
*Beep*

"Oh Zayn."

*Beep*

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Nyaz : Just tell na

Nyaz : And no need to be rude to me.

Nyaz : Don't be such a bitch.

Me : Woah Zayn, now who's being rude?

Nyaz : You. Stop being such a bitch.

Me : Okay okay! My fault. Sorry! Now drop it :)

Nyaz : Why should I drop it? May I know why you were being so damn rude to me?

Nyaz : And why are you even talking to me?

Nyaz : For my name and fame? For the money? Or just to fuck me?

Me : Shut up Zayn. You're being rude now. Please shut up.

Nyaz : Wow, such a bitch you are.

Nyaz : I shouldn't have replied to you in the first place.

Me : Really? Well damn you.

Me : Your damn ego is inflating Zayn. Get a control of it.

Nyaz : I don't need no fucking body to teach me what to do and what not to.

Nyaz : You should've won the award of being the biggest bitch of all time.

Me : Shut up Zayn, please.

Nyaz : You shut up bitch.

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I quickly turned off my phone. Why was he acting so rude?

All I did was not just answer one of his questions. He was actually over-reacting.

He shouldn't have been that rude to me. After all, it wasn't such a big issue.

"BOOO!"

"AHHHHH! WHAT? WHICH? WHEN? WHERE? WHY? HOW? ERIC!!!"

I slapped Eric's arm.

"I almost died of a heart attack! Don't scare me like that ever again!"

"Okay little wittle sweetie pie." He teased.

"Don't call me that!" I huffed.

"Awh, chill baby. You're still my little sister and this is never gonna change."

"Okay Mr. I Think I Am So Cool But In Reality, I Am A Dumbass."

He poked my cheek.

"Awh, wittle baby got hurt."

"You were also little once." I retorted.

"But you're so weak." He poked my cheek again, in return of which, he earned a glare from me.

"As if you're Iron Man."

"Ooh, the irony."

"Shut up!" I lightly punched his arm.

"So who were you chatting with?"

"Uhm, no one. Just, you know, Vi. As usual." I lied.

"Oh okay."

"Hold On." Eric picked up a pencil and a paper and scrawled excitedly as if he had just made a mathematical breakthrough.

"I just made some calculations and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit."

"Oh you asshole!" I started to run behind him.

Soon it turned into a game of just chasing and laughing.

"ERIC! IRIS! HELP ME IN THE KITCHEN YOU LAZY ASSES!" We heard mum shout.

We both laughed. Mum hates to work in the kitchen alone. She prefers company than working alone.

"Coming mum!" I replied to her.

We both walked over to the kitchen, poking each other and just goofing around.

Ah, the good old days are back.

And at the same time, I couldn't help but feel sad for what Zayn said.

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So, what do you think? Why was he being so rude?

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