Third Person POV
Zendaya's legs carried her faster than her mind's wheel turned.
She hoped he was okay.
She prayed and wished and hoped he was okay.
She didn't mean anything she said.
She was confused.
She'd gone to the reception and was told that she was expected in room 257.
Zendaya walked slowly, her nerves getting the best of her. What if she isn't what he expected?
She pushed the door open and was met with Two famous actors and a dark haired boy.
She was speechless as he smiled at her.
"Hey." Philip said as she stood, stunned
"Hi," she replied.
"You came," He whispered.
"Yes," she said again.
She wasn't frozen anymore as they pulled each other into a hug.
"I think I like you, Philip Holan," she whispered.
His laughter rang out in the big and empty hospital room.
"Way ahead of you. I love you,"
Daya laughed. Philip laughed and they began laughing harder.
It was funny. Real funny.
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Teen FictionIn which two soul finders fall in love through sending messages. Zendaya isn't your typical girl. Just a simple girl, seeking solace. And Philip, due to his Hollywood connections, has a lot of surface friends. In his bid to lay low and in her bid...
