Wrecking Ball (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 15

         Chapter 15 ~ Meeting Mum and Dad

           Poppy's P.O.V

I took a deep breath and straightened my clothes. Today  I was taking Zayn to meet my parents. And its obviously something I don't want to do.  

Not only because of what we're going there for, but because I can only imagine what my mum will do or say to Zayn. She'll try to turn him against me like every other guy she's met that she thought I cared for, the only difference is she'd actually be talking to Zayn and he is someone I care deeply for.

I look at myself in the mirror again. If I look close enough I can see my mother, but if I don't I look somewhat like my father. Although I have most of my mum's features. I have the same pouty lips, big doe eyes, same button nose, but my dads dark hair and his sarcasm.

Growing up I was always scared of being like mum. To be so strict, so angry, so lonely. Yes she had my father, but somewhere deep inside she was always missing something. I never knew what, I suppose no one did though.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by a hand settling on my shoulder, I look in the mirror to Zayn looking back at me. I feel my heart beat race a little faster from the near touch of him. I'm not entirely sure when I started falling for him, but I don't think I really care that I let myself fall for someone like Zayn.

Someone who is just as scared as I. In a way its comforting to know someone is just as scared of love as I.

"We should be leaving soon if we want to get there on time." Zayn spoke, squeezing my shoulder gently then let go, letting his hand drop to his side. I sighed, running my hands through my hair out of frustration than cursed because I spent half an hour getting it just right.

Zayn scratched the back of his neck, before turning towards me and grabbing my hands, "Hey look at me -when I did, he smiled a comforting smile - I know this is scary for you. But I promise I'll be right there. You have nothing to worry about. I've got you, okay?" Than he kissed my forehead. I nodded, bringing both of our hands -only because he kept his hand on mine- to my face and buried my face in them.

With a deep calming breath I say,"Okay, let's go." I try to smile, but I'm sure it only comes out as a grimace. Zayn grabs my hand leading me out the door, I follow him silently hoping he'll turn around saying he really doesn't want to do this.

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Two hours later, but only an awkward, silent hour and a half with my mum, dad tried talking to break the tension. But mum only silenced him with a hand and now she's staring Zayn down.

Zayn shows no indication that he knows mum is staring at him, he is simply ignoring her. Which makes her glare at him, which makes me glare at her.

"Okay, we didn't come her to be stared at, so unless you have something to say were leaving." I growled, grabbing my stuff, but Zayn grabs my hand pulling me back. He rubs slow, gentle circles in between my forefinger and thumb. It calms me down, I look at mum to see her gawking at my and Zayn's hands entwined together. It feels me with a sense of pride and happiness knowing she doesn't expected anything when it comes to me.

She clears her throat,"Alright, I suppose you're right." She almost looks pained to talk to us.

"I figured you come here to talk about Conner. A plan I suppose to bring him down, am I correct?" My mum smirks, I frown looking at her. She's smart, but not that predictable. I look at her close, than it dawns on me. I sharply look at Zayn, ripping ,my hand from his. I move away from them both, Zayn almost looks regretful, but mum looks ruefully at me.

"You called her behind my back?  Because you didn't trust me?" I try to hide the hurt that's creeping  in my voice and I think I did a good job until my voice cracked on 'me'.

I turn my body so I'm looking out the window. I hear my dads unique chair squeak across the floor. It sounds like a cat in heat, that's what makes it unique. I feels his presences behind me before he grabs my shoulder turning me towards him, he bends until his breath hits my ear, "Sweetie, be considerate. His sister is in the hospital because of this entire mess."

I realize my dad is right, I'm not being right. I sigh, nodding and walking over to sit back down on the couch, but I sit as far as I can from Zayn. He looks at me and I can see the hurt and I try not to feel guilty, but I feel a little bit of guilt slip through my wall.

"Well shall we talk this over now or do you want to continue to make trouble?" My mum asks, smirking a little. I grit my teeth and ball my fist up, not saying anything.

I see my dad out of the corner of my eye and he's sitting with his back as straight as a board. He's tense while watching mum and I stare each other down.

I growl out in frustration,"Talk! Dammit! Isn't that what you called us here for?! Dammit, you always do this!"

"Do what?!" She retorts, standing up with her hands balled into fists.

"You always start shit with me! Or always talk bad about me to everyone. Everything is a competition for you! Why?!" I hiss, standing up with my hands in fists.

This is where dad stands up and grabs my mums hand, but she jerks back."You have always been an ungrateful little bitch! Everything we ever gave you, you took for granted! We give you money, you give it to helpless people. We buy you clothes, you give them away! Everything we've ever done for you, you taken for granted!"

"Did I ever ask for any of it?! Did it ever occur to you that maybe all I wanted was my mum and dad? Not nannies!" I yelled back. Mum stood still for a second, before taking off upstairs, but I was done with her running, so I yelled,"You weren't the one who lost her, y'know?"

Everything seemed to freeze. Mum stopped dead in her tracks. Dad takes a sharp intake of breath. Zayn stills on the couch. And I smack my hand over my mouth. I knew how she felt. She felt as if she lost the baby; her baby.

"I know you did." She sighed, ducking her head down abit.

"Than why weren't you there for me when I needed you the most mum? I needed you so fucking bad and you disowned me." I whispered, feeling the tears rushing down my face. I turned toward the door flinging it open and walking out it.

Our family wasn't always this way. We use to be happy and loving, but now were dark, sad, and cold.

I walk over to our tire swing, I pull myself up and push my legs through, I wrap my arms around the rope and lay my head on my arms, looking out at the horizon. I let my tears run down my face.

I'm so tired of this fighting. I'm tired of wishing for my family back. I'm tired of wanting my baby back when I can't have her.

I feel a presences behind me before I feel arms wrap over mine. I know it's Zayn, before I hear him, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm as alright as I'll be. I guess I'm just tired." I sigh, laying my head down on his arms that are wrapped over mine. And than I'm crying hard, pulling Zayn's arms tighter around me, just hiding in his warmth. And he doesn't protest. He tightens his arms around me, burying his face in my neck, whispering to me that everything is fine.

And for a second I believe him.

For a second I believe everything is fine.

For a second.

Only for one second, before I realize its not reality, its fantasy.

Only fantasy.

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So this chapter is really late, but I tried to make it long and I'm so sorry. Its just school has been tough on me. But I've only got a month left, so yay. Umm these last few chapters have been about Zayn and Poppy.

I want my readers to see their relationship develop.

Should they be Payn or Zoppy or Zappy or Poyn?

Let me know! I'LL probably update a short chapter again tonight.