CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EMILY’S POV
“Bye boyfriend” I say and give Zayn a kiss.
“Bye girlfriend. Good luck with your dad”
“You with the management”
“Oh fuck, I’m going to be late”
“Alright, alright. I’ll get out” I give him another kiss and get out of his car while Zayn helps me with my luggage. We give each other a goodbye kiss, before I get into the lobby, and bring my stuff up to my flat.
It’s good to be back home, sleeping in my own bed, British TV channels and radio, my own shower, my own stuff. It just feels good to be back here.
I unpack my suitcase, make sure all my clothes are in the washing machine, and put everything back in its original place. When I’m finally done unpacking I decide that it’s time to call dad, and ask when and where he wants to meet.
With shaking hands I grab my phone and dial his number.
“Hello?” I hear my dad’s low voice say.
“Hey dad, with me. I was wondering if it’s OK for me to stop by”
“Yeah, sure. If you can come over we can also have our little talk”
“Alright, I’ll be there in ten”
I hang up and put my phone back into my pocket. I grab the couple of gifts I bought for my family and get out. After a little drive I arrive at my old house, get out of the car and ring the doorbell. While I wait for someone to open up, I hear some kid, who happens to be my sister, yell my name. The door swings open and I get almost attacked.
“EMMMMIIEEEEE” Ella yells happy and jumps into my arm.
“Hey little monster, you’re so big!”
“And you’re so than”
I put Ella down and walk over to my mom and dad. My mom insists me to sit down and drink a cup of tea while I hand everyone their presents and tell about my amazing time down under. I skip the whole Zayn thing, because I’m not into a screaming Ella, a dad who wants to murder me, and a mom… I have no idea how she’ll react. Maybe she is happy for me, maybe she’ll hate me like dad, I have no idea.
“Emily, shall we go and talk somewhere?” my dad asks suddenly.
“Uhm... sure” I say as the nerves get bigger and bigger.
I follow my dad to his office where we sit down.
“Emily…”
“Yes…” I say hearing my voice shake.
“Can you please tell me why?”
“Dad…”
Right now, I just don’t want to lie. I want people to know how much I love Zayn, and why I love him this much. I’m done hiding.
“I love Zayn, and there is nothing that you can change about it”
“He’s a pop star, he’ll use you like you’re some kind of Barbie doll. I bet he would forget about you if you would disappear. He wouldn’t even notice, not even if you were dead”
“He is nothing like that! You don’t even know him. Zayn wouldn’t do that. He’s the most amazing boy ever. He makes me feel amazing, I feel loved. He treats me like a queen. No one has ever done that for me. Why don’t you want me to be happy? Feel loved? Dad, you can say anything you want, but I’m not breaking up with him”
“NO EMILY. You don’t get it. You’re just a stupid girl who is in love, which makes you blind as fuck”
“Like you’ve never been stupid, or in love”
“I JUST DON’T WANT YOU TO GET HURT”
“STOP IT DAD! I’m nineteen; I can make my own decisions. I don’t need your approval for a fucking guy” I yell at him, feeling like I’m treated like a six year old.
I’m so done with him, trying to tell me what to do. This is my life, not because his life didn’t work out the way he wanted does that mean he can write my life the way he wants it to.
“EMILY ALICE SMITH, DON’T TALK TO YOUR DAD LIKE THAT”
“TO HELL WITH YOU. I DO WHATEVER I WANT, YOU DON’T CONTROLL ME. I’M NO FUCKING DOG”
“Oh yes I can” he says stepping closer.
“You can’t dad, accept that. I’m a grownup-…” I say, but a big hand hitting my cheek hard stops me.
That’s it. I’m so done with this man. I don’t care if he’s my dad, the president of the US, or God, I am done.
I act like the hit didn’t hurt, knowing that there is a red hand painted on my cheek. Although I can’t control the tears, the harder I try to keep them in, the faster they start to roll down my cheeks.
“You’re such a fucking dick”
“I CAN force you”
“You can’t, because I never want to see you again” I cry and run out of the house before anyone could even say goodbye. I get into my car and drive as fast as I can back home.
I don’t even care if I ride to fast, I just want to go home and cry my eyes out. I fucking hate that man. Not just because he thinks he can control me, but just because he hit me. He can say anything he wants, but hitting me… he crossed the line by doing that.
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ZAYNS POV
With shaking hands I step into the office of Bob, the head of our management. That man scares the poo out of me. I have no idea how and why, but he just does. Because of him, I don’t trust people who are named Bob anymore.
“Sit down Zayn” Bob says and I silently obey, “how was the tour?”
“Great, I had an amazing time”
“Good, good” he says and sips his cup of tea, “so there is a reason you’re here. Do you have any idea why?”
“Uhm… no actually I don’t…”
“I know about you and Emily”
“Oh, alright”
“And I’m not happy with this. You and I already talked about the options with you and Little Mix…”
I stay quiet. I know what he told me about them. He wants them to get more publicity and because everyone knows us, they want one of us to date one of them.
“They need more publicity. I don’t care about Emily but you and Perrie are going to date. I don’t want you to get seen with Emily, only with Perrie. You and Emily are done”
“What? I can’t do that to Emily! I’m not doing this”
“You are Zayn, this is just for a couple of months. It’s already discussed with Perrie. You two have two weeks to get to know each other, and you’ll be official by the third week. No but’s, make it look real and stop being so selfish”
“Common! You can’t do this! How am I going to tell Emily?”
“I don’t care about you and your little miss perfect, but it goes the way I want” Bob says as his phone rings, “You can go now”
I get up and walk out, slamming his door as hard as I can and walk madly out of the building.
How am I supposed to explain this to Emily? She won’t believe me, or just genuinely hate me and break up with me. URGH.
AN:
HOLA, meh the party thing was awesome, but I'm really tired :(
oh well, i have nothing left to say, so adios