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?


11. Not again


It was so uncomfortable for me with Niall looking at me the whole time in class. He just kind of sat there and stared at me, until he started talking in front of the class. I could relax for a little bit. Then I looked over at Zayn who was staring at me, making me feel so naked. I couldn't look at him, so I looked away, down at my desk. I couldn't talk to Zayn. I was so afraid. Over the past few days, I had started developing a weird feeling for him. Neveah said I had a crush on him, which meant I liked him a lot, almost as much as love. I think she was right too, but I didn't want to say or do anything about these feeling since Zayn was my friend and her had Perrie. 

As soon as the bell for lunch rang, I shot out of the class like a bullet. I was supposed to stay in and talk to Mr. L, but there was no way I wanted to let that happen. I went to my dorm room and locked the door. I had gone grocery shopping days before so I had food to keep me alive. I lay my guitar on top of my bed and wandered over to the refrigerator. I grabbed myself a can of Coca-Cola and got out materials to make a salad. After my meal, I had 30 minutes left to spare, so I went on my phone to see three new texts from Zayn asking where I went, what I was doing, and why I was avoiding him. I kind of froze. He knew something was up. 'Hey sorry Zayn, been real busy I'm not avoiding you. I'm up in my room, finished eating xx' I threw my phone on my bed and dashed for the bathroom, leaning over the toilet bowl. I felt like I was going to be sick, but my stomach held tight of its contents. I washed my face and tried to calm down. Why had I informed him that I was in my room? He was bound to come up and find me! I heard a knock on my door and jumped. I walked over to it and called out, "Who is it?" I heard Zayn bluntly say, "It's me." I gulped and opened the door. "Hey," I said, as Zayn pushed past me and locked the door.

I took many steps back, terrified. A scene from my past played over in my head. Linda had just stormed into the house, angry about something. Jake trailed in behind her and was pleading for forgiveness. I was 15 at the time, so I was just sitting at the small table we had in the kitchen doing my homework. Linda dashed off to her room and slammed the door shut. Jake threw his hands up, exasperated, "I give up!" He grabbed a can of beer off the kitchen counter and walked out the door. I was kind of terrified, so I quickly finished my homework and went back to my room. It was almost time for me to start cooking dinner, so I quickly packed all of my school things into my backpack and set the old thing next to my bed. "YOU DUMB BRAT!" I heard Linda scream from behind me. I turned around and saw a horrific sight. Linda was just a mess. Her dirty blonde hair disheveled, mascara and other makeup running down her cheeks, an angry scowl on her face, and she was holding a burning cigarette. She smoked a lot. More that Jake. "You were supposed to make dinner!! Why haven't you started?" She slammed the door, and locked it. She came towards me and I backed away and hit the wall. That was my first time seeing her like that. I couldn't recall the rest of the memory, it was almost as if my mind had wiped it clean from my memory. All I remembered was being in my undergarments, crying with bruises all over me, and three little cigarette burns on the inside of my right ankle. 

"Arianna, are you okay?" Zayn's voice called out, snapping me back to reality. I didn't know when I sat down, but I was sitting on the sofa that was in front of my bed. "You're whiter than a ghost!" I could smell smoke. Cigarette smoke. I didn't have asthma or anything my the smell of cigarette smoke made me feel a bit sick to the stomach. My stomach started doing flips. I was going to be sick. Zayn was going towards the kitchen, possibly to get water for me, and considering that he was standing right in front of me before, he was lucky. I hurled the contents of my stomach onto the floor. "Oh my..." I heard Zayn say from the kitchen. I started crying. I felt so embarrassed and so sick. "I'm sorry," I sobbed, slowly getting up to clean it. "No! Don't move!" Zayn said rushing over with a wet rag that was on the counter, the trash bin, water, and napkins. He gave me the bin to use in case I need to vomit again. He also made me drink some water, but I couldn't stop crying. "Hey, its okay, it happens to everyone," Zayn said with a comforting smile. He wiped my mouth with a napkin and then started to clean the mess I made on the floor. 

I felt terrible as Zayn cleaned up my vomit. I couldn't stop crying, I was so embarrassed and ashamed that I wasn't even helping him. He finished and washed his hands just before his phone started to ring. He took it out of his pocket, turned it off and placed it back in his pocket. I was spitting into the bin, just whimpering now. Zayn opened up a window for some fresh air. I relaxed a bit, but was feeling really tired. I slowly started to get up and walk to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth to get all the acid off. Felling much better, yet still tired, I walked back into my room. Zayn was gone. "He's probably disgusted with me," I said to myself, feeling so low. I noticed the room had a nice smell in it, like a warm vanilla kind of smell, and my pajamas were laid out on my bed. I smiled, knowing that Zayn had put my clothes out for me. I noticed the small note that he left on top of them. 'Sorry, you teacher and the boys kept calling me to get back to the classroom, so I asked Lucy, nice lady, for a candle so you wouldn't have to leave the window open. I informed Letterman that you were ill and he's dismissing you. I'll bring you any work you need to do :) Also, I left some movies on your sofa, so if you're awake we can watch them. And I took your room key :) Zayn.' There were butterflies in my stomach. I quickly got dressed and snuggled into my bed. 

My eyes dropped close, due to how exhausted I had become. I was dreaming about Zayn, and it was weird. I didn't feel guilty. I felt happy, and I felt like Perrie didn't matter. But my eyes popped open to the sound of knocking. "C-come in," I said sitting up. To my surprise, Zayn didn't walk in...but Niall did. 

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