Distance Breaker [Zayn Malik]

Zayn and Ariel have been together for 2 years. They are insuperable, or so they thought.Suddenly Ariel has to pack up and leave, but Zayn isn't going to let them be apart. He's going to find a way to get back to her. No matter what it takes.

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11. Ten

*Ariel’s POV*

I adjusted my bag strap over my shoulder once more, and kept pressing on. Wendy and Mum were right by my side. This was one of the greatest decisions I had decided to make in my life. I had dreamed of the day I pack up my belongings and walk right out the door, leaving that disgusting man that I would no longer claim as my father. He never was one. But it was Mum’s tear stained face that left my heart aching. She never wanted to leave. Wendy didn’t want to leave either; my father had given her the best paying job she’d ever had. The guilt of brining them with me was starting to settle in.

“I’m sorry, Mum. You didn’t have to come. I never wanted you too. You were happy there weren’t you? And you too, Wendy. You walked out of a job that helped with everything you needed. Go back home, it’s not worth it.” I stood silently watching as my mother’s tears started to form once again. “Listen, Ariel, I wasn’t happy there. I wanted to leave your father long ago, but for our sake, I never did. I didn’t want to end up on the streets with no home, no job, and no money. I followed you out that door, because you helped me face that fear and get the courage to leave that man that was not helping us in hardly any way.  And for that, I thank you, sweetie.” I returned the weak grin Mum had shown. It was a bit odd to see my mother like this. She was showing complete vulnerability that I had never seen before. Her face looked fragile and aged. “I left with y’all because I was not serving that man any longer. You guys are more of a family to me than anyone ever was.” Wendy chimed in. And with that was all huddled into a group hug.

 

I’ve been walking with my feet heavy for miles but I can’t complain, because I’m almost there to stay. And right when I’m there it starts to rain on my parade…the sun starts saying goodbye.”

I raised my head and tuned into the voice that was carrying. I listened for a bit longer, because I was trying to comprehend if I was hearing correctly. “Every time I look into your eyes I see the sun come up it makes me start to wonder why it never has before. And when you fall asleep at night…the sun starts saying goodbye...”

“Zayn…ZAYN. ZAYN!! IT’S ZAYN!!!!!” I started shouting and running towards the singing voice. And as soon as I turned the corner I saw him, or at least who I thought was him. I stopped dead in my track to take a second to see if this was the Zayn I knew. He looked like a thug or something. His clothes were on the verge of being filthy; his stomach looked slender and skinny and his face had an awful purple and black bruise right below his eye. I slowly and cautiously walked up to him. The surrounding crowd tossed dollar bills at his feet, but soon dissipated once Zayn stopped singing to look at me. It was like a moment of realization. We were finally together. “Ariel,” he whispered as we held each other in a tight loving hug. Although it seemed like he hadn’t bathed it a while, I could still smell his familiar cologne scent. “You’re okay. You’re here.” He kept talking in 2 word sentences as we continued the embrace. He cupped my chin in his hands and brought me into a kiss. But not just any kiss, the magical kind that seemed to stay on your lips forever.

“I love you, Zayn Jawaad Malik.”

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