Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 43. Abducted.

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Chapter 43

Mia's POV

"Zayn, please don't leave me," I uttered, pleading my first love to stay. I held onto his arm with both hands, literally clinging onto my life. He was my life. His back was to me and I couldn't make out his reaction. "We made a promise, remember? We wouldn't leave each other."

There's a long pause before he replied, "Promises are made in the moment and are nothing more than words. You said that yourself. We were just in the heat of the moment. You deserve better, Mia. I'm nothing but a heartless liar." There was barely any emotion in his voice.

"You're wrong. I agree that promises are just words but when it's made between two people who care for each other, there's a purpose behind it. Our promises bound us together whether you like it or not." He remained silent, and I was almost on the verge of tears. "I thought we cleared this whole thing up. I thought we were finally in a good place." His aloof behavior concerned me. Something was off.

"We aren't meant to be together. We're two people who belong in two different worlds. I'm sorry but I think-"

"Is this about our circumstances? Because I thought we figured all this out. I thought you were just a boy and I was just a girl who loved each other." My plea didn't invoke any emotion in his expression as he turned around to face me. The features on his face were completely indifferent, and pale from God knows what. When I looked into his eyes, it felt as if I was looking into a corpse. The image of Zayn being dead horrified me.

"You were always too gullible, Mia. But you really have to know that it's never going to happen. We're never going to work. You need to let me go."

His last words send a stake right through my heart. Not this again. I've been through this too many times. It's like we're going in circles all over again.

"Goodbye, Mia." He muttered, shaking my grip from his arm with so much force that I fell to the black ground. He walks off, not even turning around to glance at me.

"Zayn!" I shouted his name relentlessly in attempt to prevent him from marching away from me. "Zayn!" I force myself on my feet to run after him.

I wasn't going to give up on us. Not like this. I wasn't going to let him go this easily. There at least had to be a better explanation for breaking up with me when we barely spent any time together. As the distance between us narrowed. As soon as he was in an arm's distance, I extended my arm to catch a hold of his shoulder but when my fingers closed, all I grabbed was thin air.

Was this the end of us already?

The end of something I dreamt about, pined for, for the last three years. Only God knows how long I waited to finally allow myself to be his.

Was my happiness always so fleeting?

"Mia, my dear. Wake up." That soothing voice. I heard it so many years ago but why was I hearing it now? "You're having nightmares again?" The faint voice asked.

My eyes abruptly opened to see an elderly woman's blurry image before me. Her hair had white roots and her face possessed many wrinkles, especially around her baggy eyes. Her smile was beautiful and warm like, almost familiar. I could feel her delicate fingers holding onto my hand, the hand that was reaching out to grab Zayn.

"Nana?" Was she really here?

"You had a nightmare my dear." She said, moving some pieces of hair behind my ear.

Immediately, I moved upward from the chair I was sleeping on and wrapped my arms around her frail body. She lost so much weight since the last time I saw her that my arms were able to graze over each other.

"I missed you." I confessed as she made soft strokes from the top of my head, smoothing out my hair.

"Me too. I've missed you too."

Her familiar scent of soap and ginger were still potent on her brown knitted sweater. The smell of my childhood. It brought back so many memories. Memoirs of when nanny would prepare any meal of the day in the kitchen. When I refused to take baths and she would have to chase me down the long hallways of my parent's mansion just to force me in the tub. When she read me books by Jane Austen so that I could fall sleep. I blamed her and Austen for bestowing me such a romantic heart.

Zayn somehow popped into my head and spitting images of what happened to me before he left appeared before my eyes. Him kissing me, his multiple waves of goodbye as he walked out of my sight, then darkness. Only now did I notice the pain by the side of neck where I was attacked. Finally regaining the memory of what happened to me at the airport, I asked nanny a number of questions, "Where are we, Nana? How did I get here? I was taken by someone and --"

"You're safe. That's all that matters." She reassured me, her hands holding mine in my lap.

Observing our surroundings, it was pretty obvious that we were in the cabin of a plane. A private jet, possibly? There were only four seats, and a lot of space to walk around. The fashion mags on the small table, the bottle of champagne in the cooler. This was definitely a private plane.

"We're flying to South Shields." She told me as I continued to analyze the interior. "We're going to see your .. mother." She hesitated saying the word and she had good reason to.

"Why?" I asked, finally making eye contact with her. She knew that I never liked to concern myself with my parents. After I lost my career as a wedding planner and moved down to London, I never spoke to them again. I mean it's been five years and they didn't even have the decency to call their own daughter to see how she's been doing. "I don't want to see them. They never cared for me so I have no reason to associate myself with them."

"Mia dear, your parents need you. More than ever before."

My eyebrows furrowed in anger and confusion. "They need me? Really? When I needed them, they were never there for me."

She moved over to the seat next to me, keeping her hands in hers.

"You need to let go of your hatred, dear. It's not healthy for you to be holding in all this anger." Her exhausted voice almost made me cry. I don't know if it was because I hadn't seen her in forever or the fact that I would have to see my parents. I know I was being stubborn but I don't think I was ready to face my them. Not yet. They were practically strangers to me. I broke eye contact from her, trying to push away her advice. "You need to tell them how you feel. Only then will your heart be at ease. Trust me. You can't hate them all your life, my dear. Forgive them before it's too late." Her worried expression made me look sinful. How could I refuse her when she held my hands so tight in hers and looking right into my eyes?

Unfortunately, Nana was right. She was always right. She was wise, much more than anyone I'd ever met. She had been the mother figure all my life and if I had to pick one person to sacrifice my life for, it'd be her.

Before I could answer her, a door behind us opened and I turned around to see...

Who does our Mia see? ~ It's pretty obvious now. Haha.

Emma 💛