The feedback from the last chapter was so great I couldn't help but give you guys an early update. I love you guys. And I am going to update TBWYA but y'know, this story has become my first priority. ❤️
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Justin iMessage (19)
Zayn's heart practically stopped when he woke up, staring at his screen in disbelief.
He pressed his thumb to his home button, watching as his iPhone opened up and tapped on the iMessage icon.
Justin: zayn.
Justin: zayn.
Justin: zayn
Justin: ZAAAAAYYYNNNNNNNNN.
Justin: ZAYN ANSWER ME. IM DYING OF BOREDOM AT THIS GOD DAMN DOCTORS APPOINTMENT
Justin: i hate you
Justin: no i take it back
Justin: save me, this old lady keeps staring at me. 😢
Justin: she's smiling now
Justin: she's reaching into her bag. ZAYN HELP
Justin: i think she's gonna offer me butterscotch. who even eats butterscotch?
Justin: it's so gross like ew ohmigoodness
Justin: woo, the doctor called her in, thank god.
Justin: but if i were unlucky and she were to offer me butterscotch and i'd have to eat it, you would be the one to blame dickwad.
Justin: RHANKS DOR NOTJING
Justin: wow, i really hate typing in caps. autocorrect never saves me than.
Justin: im bored and it's your fault
Justin: i thought we were friends :(())((
Justin: thanks FRIEND
Zayn chuckled, thinking back to the first time they talked and how ridiculous everything Justin said sounded. Now, he finds all of it quite comical.
He pondered over a response, kind of stressing it really. But then he remembered, it's Justin. Things with Justin are always simple and there was no reason to stress over sending a text.
Zayn: So we're texting now, aye?
It surprisingly took little to no time at all to get a response.
