I get out of the mini. I carry a sleeping Jawwad into our new flat. I know he'll have a massive fit tomorrow when he wakes up in a bed that's not his. Its nothing compared to home, but its a start. It was an open home, in Alabama. I couldn't go to California, I'd be seen in a heartbeat, so I chose a home far from everyone else
(Next morning)
"I don't like it"
"We don't exactly have a choice do we?"
"Yes" he argues "we could just go back to daddy and beah beah"
"No"
"Why not?"
"Because your daddy doesn't understand how a relationship works. You don't get to cheat once"
"Huh?"
"Let's just eat breakfast for now yeah?"
He shrugged me off
"Do I have to go to school?"
"No" I say "you're not legal in this country so I have to home school you"
"What?"
"It means we're aliens"
"I'm an alien?"
"Yes"
"Cool" he laughs "I can't wait to tell all my mates"
I probably shouldn't tell him that he'll never be seeing them again
(Time skip)
"Will you concentrate?"
"I want daddy"
"Yeah well so does every other girl in the world"
"But I want daddy"
"And I want Adam Levine but that's clearly not going to happen anytime soon"
"Why did we have to leave?"
"Things weren't good"
"Is it me?"
"You? How?"
"Am I the reason why we left?"
"No, I am"
"Do you still love daddy?"
Do I love Zayn? That's a question I could answer without hesitation
"Yes"
"Then why leave?"
"Because I love him just a bit too much"
"That's not good?"
"Its not healthy"
"Then just eat a carrot"
"Not that kind of unhealthy"
"Maybe we should take a break"
"Fine, but we need to finish" I say standinh to !y feel "I'm going for a walk"
I leave the flat and sit on the porch. An unknown call. I let it go to voicemail. My skin begin to freeze. The hairs on my hand begin to stand. I knew I was being watched. I could always feel when I'm being watched. That's why I always woke up covered in goosebumps whenever Zayn would watch me sleep and take pictures. Unlike every person in the films, I went back in. I locked the door and left knives on the table before returning to studying
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I sat on the sofa in regret. Maybe I should have stayed home. What if they're looking for us?
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts
YOU ARE READING
Zayn Malik? But do I care?
Random(Cringe warning. I started this when I first began writing) I wanted to slap everyone in their faces. All they wanted to talk about was Zayn. "Do I look like I care about what he thinks?" "but he's Zayn Malik!" Robin says. She wasn't fond of him but...
