Make Some Memories: A One Direction Fanfic (slow updates)

Chapter 18: Tears

Heyy guys! Okay first im super super suoer sorry that it took me forever to update. School started and my teachers have been crazy, giving me ridiculous amounts of work. I shouldnt of have singned up for an ap classes -.- whatever! Writing is my outlet. I dont know how often i'll be able to update now. I can promise you that they'll be a new chapter at least once a month. I'll really try my hardest to make it more often. And second, oh my gosh do i seriously have 3.7k+ reads on this story! GAhhhh! i love you guys so muchhh! And this chapter is dedicated to all of you guys because you're all so amazing! I hope this chapter makes up for my tardiness. Enjoy!

Chapter 18

Leah’s POV

“No no no no, this can’t be happening.” The camera flashes were non-stop. It seemed like more and more came every second. Leah’s eyes instantly met the man that gave her an attitude at Zayn’s house. She knew she was in deep trouble now.

“I knew it was you! From the second you walked away, I knew. And you even still have the scarf on to prove it,” he gloated. Suddenly, he grabbed a fist full of Leah’s scarf and hair.

“You thought you were such a clever bitch, didn’t know? You thought you could slap me and get away with it?” the man hissed in her ear.

Leah froze. Those exact words were said to her before. So many memories were triggered. She winced in pain, not only because of the hair-pulling but also the flashbacks that popped up in her mind. They still hurt after all those years. They still continue to cause agony.

“Hey get the hell off her!” she heard, snapping her out of her thoughts. Before she could figure out what was going on, Zayn push him to the ground. She watched with wide eyes as his fist connected with the man’s face. Another fist flew, and then another. Zayn would knock him unconscious if this continued. 

“Zayn! Zayn, please stop,” Leah finally said. She reached out and pulled him back. “Come on, you’ll kill him!”

“Good!” he grunted but he got up like he was asked.

“Can we just go, please?” she begged, clinging on to his arm like there was no tomorrow. There was no doubt this was going to make the front page of every magazine and newspaper. They needed to get out of here before anything worse could happen.

“Wait,” he said. He walked up the man who was still one the floor. For a second, Leah thought Zayn was going to get another swing at him. She was ready to pull him back again but to her surprise, he just wagged his finger at him “If you ever touch her or any girl like that again, I can personally promise you that I’ll end your life. Get a proper job, you dick!” The man nodded his head like he was a scared puppy.

“Let’s go,” Zayn had slinging his arm around Leah’s waist.

They walked in silence on their way to Zayn’s place. Leah personally was scared. She never saw that side of Zayn before. It was a huge surprise and with Leah’s past, she wasn’t a huge fan of surprises. However, Zayn’s arm around her gave her a usual feeling of comfort. The things this boy does to her. The feelings he gave her, she’ll never understand.

As they approached his front door, Zayn grabbed Leah’s hand and led her inside. “Feel free to make yourself at home. I’m going to make some tea. Would you like some?” he said.

“Erm yeah sure.”

When Zayn walked into the kitchen, Leah took the opportunity to look around his flat. It wasn’t nearly as big or as fancy as hers, but it was nice I guess. Her eyes wondered to all the pictures on his walls and on the side tables. There were loads of them with his family. Three girls that looked similar to him, probably his sisters, were in the most. She saw some with a couple, probably his parents. But the cutest was the one with him as a toddler in the arms of his grandfather. His chubby baby legs had rolls of fat on them. He was laughing so hard that his eyes were squinty. His grandfather was making a funny face, which was probably the reason baby Zayn was smiling.