Take Me Away

One her 18th birthday Arianna receive a letter in the mail. It is her parents' will entitling her to £10,000.00. This was her chance to leave her rotten parents (ones that adopted her) that abused her and mistreated her. Since she's always wanted to be a singer, Arianna applies to her dream school, (not real) Union Music Academy. It was fairly new, but popular. But when she goes, she doesn't expect to meet Zayn Malik from One Direction...and fall in love with him?

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14. Confessions

ARIANNA'S POV: 

Niall had been so sweet to me the whole week I had been sick. He'd cook me food and take care of me, he even took the sofa and stayed with me. Liam would always drop by with dinner for us and Harry and Louis would come with Neveah and drop off my class work. But I didn't see Zayn at all while I was sick, and I wanted to see him so bad. Just once, but he didn't come.

It was Friday and I was felling so much better. I only had a soft cough and a small cold, nothing serious. All my work had been completed so I was ready to turn it in to Mr. L. As I was reaching out to open the door, I heard a familiar voice. It belonged to one of my classmates, Sydney. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't but eavesdrop on her conversation with Mr. L. "That Arianna girl sure is getting chummy with Niall, and the rest of the boys. I don't like her," Sydney told Mr.L. I felt like someone had just stabbed me. "Why don't you like her? Maybe she's a very likable girl and One Direction just enjoys her as their company. Besides, Niall was just taking care of her, she was ill," Mr. L said making me like him a lot more. "I don't know... maybe its all an act," Sydney said heading towards the door. I quickly walked away from the door and down the hall, but not before I heard her say. "Maybe she's like one of those crazed fans who want the band all to themselves. Maybe she's going to use them to get famous." I felt like crying. The way she said the words were harsh and cruel, like she hated me, yet she barely knew me.

Sydney swiftly walked away, in the other direction, away from me. I felt so torn just looking at her. I didn't want to make enemies when I came here, but now I had one. I shook the thought away and walked into the classroom, five minutes after Sydney had walked out. "Arianna, hello," Mr.L said, looking surprised at my presence. "Hello, I brought all my work," I said. "Thank you for giving me extra time." I offered a smile, and he smiled back. "Of course, try not to be sick next time, I won't mind, but Ms. Ellis can be a bit of an ansy pants," he said and we shared a laugh. Ms. Ellis was the other teacher that taught the class. She was about Mr. L's age, maybe a bit younger. She had long black hair that reached her lower back, it was always straight and well kept. Against her hair, her crystal blue eyes shone like the blue sky on a summer's day. There was a small mole under her right eye, a beauty mark. She was beautiful. She was an inch or two shorter than Mr. L, and often paired with him. Neveah would always tell me how everyone thought they were a perfect match.

"Hey I heard that!" Ms. Ellis said, poking her head through the door. I covered my mouth to stiffle my laugh, while Mr. L cleared his throat. He was blushing. "I was just worried about her," Ms. Ellis siad, making me smile. They would make a pretty cute couple.

I left them together and went straight to my room. The words that Sydney had said seemed to want to keep replaying in my head. Once I got to my room I snuggled into my bed. I went on my phone to see a missed call from Zayn. I called him back. "Hello?" he answered. "Hi, you called?" I said, feeling tired. "Yeah... I was wondering if we could talk..." he said sounding a bit tired, maybe upset. "Sure, do you want to come over or..." I said trailing off. I got up from my bed and went to my closet. "I'll send you my address and you can come over," Zayn said. I smiled remembering about the car I inherited. It was parked in the academy's parking building. Niall got it for me from the bank while I was sick.  "Sure, I'll be over, text me your address," I said before hanging up. 

I grabbed my light blue sweatshirt with drawstrings that you tie, but no hood  and a pair of black leggings because the sweatshirt was long and kind of puffy. I grabbed a floral strapless bra that was light pink and underwear to match. I grabbed my light blue towel and hopped into the bathroom to take a shower. After my shower I smelt like sweets and candy. I put on a bit of mascara, nothing more since I didn't want to make it seem like I was trying too hard. Besides, he had a girlfriend, and I was nothing compared to her. I left my hair alone, wet to dry by itself. 

Getting into my car I used my phone as a GPS and found Zayn's apartment. I knocked on the door, feeling a bit nervous. Zayn opened it and softly smiled. He was a mess. The whole place was a mess. His hair was not in its usual quiff and there were bags under his eyes. And he had not shaved in a long while. "Hey," he said in a hoarse voice. He coughed, showing he was sick. I pushed him in and lead him to what I thought was his room. I couldn't tell, it was a mess. I found a bed under a mess of clothes, take-out, and some tissues. What happened? I had him sit on a clean spot and my old instincts kicked in. I began cleaning his whole apartment. He tried stopping me but I would not stop. This place was more gross than the time I threw up on the floor. It was almost as gross as Linda and Jake's room. 

"Are you done yet?" Zayn said sounding a bit annoyed. "I can't believe you were living in this mess," I said as I threw the last bit of trash in a garbage bag I had found. He took it from me, tied it and threw it towards the front door then took my wrist and led me back to his room. He sat me on the bed and then sat next to me and leaned against me, placings his forehead against my left shoulder. I felt a blush creep onto my face.

"I needed you..." his voice said softly. I was a little confused. "Perrie left me... I've been lost ever since..." I heard myself let out a small gasp. I didn't feel happy, I felt bad. I felt guilty, like it was all my fault she had left him. I felt him slip his hand into mine. "I like you," he said. "I like you too... a lot," I said, then regretted it. Everything Sydney had said flashed into my head. I jumped off the bed. "What's wrong?" Zayn said, sounding very confused. "I-I.. I have to go," I said heading for the door. "But Arianna..." he begged softly. I turned away from him, feeling tears in my eyes. I couldn't bring up enough courage to look him in the eye. 

"I can't Zayn. I can't be with you."

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