Paint My Love

"Zayn Malik, you're under arrest!"

 "Shit!"

 "What was that?"

 "Nothin officer"

 "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you"

 Oh c'mon there was no need for any of thah it's noht like I'm a criminal or somethin...right?

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"Zayn how could you do this?!" my mother sobbed.

 "I'm sorreh mom..." I hung my head.

 "Noh sonshine ya can't keep doin this ya could've goht locked op"

 "I'm soh sorreh mom" I said again holding my face in my hands.

 "Ya can't just seh ya sorreh, you havta stop love" She looks at me and I see the pain in her beautiful eyes and it rips me t pieces. I love my mother more than anythin and I knew I hadta clean op my act at least for her sake.

 "I will mom...don't cry, please"

 "Well ya luckeh your dad managed t geht ya out, buh now you'll havta do community service"

 "Community service? Where? How much?!" This was news to meh.

 "The church, 200 hours"

 What, I was goin t havta work in a church for like five weeks? I wasn't too pleased with thah buh decided I'd done enough for one night so I said goodnight to my mom and then went up to my room.