Days, weeks, months passed. I stared at my phone:
0 new messages.
I pressed 2 and then call, and it started ringing. I rang six times before it went to voicemail, "Hey, it's Zayn. Sorry I didn't get to my phone, but leave a message and I'll call you back later!"
"Zayn, It's Natalie. I miss you so much. Please talk to me soon. I don't know where you are or when you're coming back, if you even are coming back, but just know that I love you." I hung up the phone and threw it across the room, where it made a loud thump noise.
Charlotte rushed in through the door, "Is everything okay! What was that noise?"
"Chill, Charlotte. I dropped my phone." I replied. Charlotte was my clumsy, yet gorgeous, older sister. Her hair fell in perfect, amber waves down her back, her deep green eyes sparkled, even in the dark.
She walked over to me and handed me a letter. "Here, this came in the mail." Then she looked at me with worried eyes for a second, but she soon left and went back downstairs.
I looked at the envelope, but just threw it to the side where it landed on my buzzing phone. Quickly, I ran over to my phone, but the number wasn't recognized.
"Hello…?" I answered it.
"Natalie… It's me." Zayn's voice rushed into my ears and I felt a sob forming in my throat.