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?


9. This is a Start of Something


After I showed Arianna how to use her phone, we just sat in her room watching the tele. I was sitting on the end of her bed, my feet draped over her sofa, my feet touching the seat (shoes off), flipping through the channels for something to watch. Arianna was laying down on her back, her hair falling over the sofa, staring at her phone. It was a bit too silent, since we weren't talking to each other, and the tele was really low. "Hey Zayn, what's a Twitter?" Arianna asked. I raised a brow at her and my jaw dropped. What kind of life did this girl live? "It's a blogging site," I said, shifting onto the sofa so I could see her screen. She was looking at a bunch of One Direction stuff. I smirked. "I've never heard of it..." Arianna said with a sigh. "What's wrong?" I asked. She flipped over and looked me in the eyes. I felt my heart stop beating, she was only a foot or two away. "Because... you probably think I'm a loser," Arianna said, with a little pout. She looked so cute. "Why's that?" I coughed out. "Because all my life I've never had these social networking things, and I've never heard of you guys..." she said looking sad. 

"So? Why do you think I'd think you're a loser?" I said giving her a friendly smile. Her eyes changed a bit. They had been lively and shinning a few seconds ago, but then they were dull and lifeless. "Sorry, did I ask something I wasn't supposed to?" I said feeling bad. Arianna shook her head. "It's just... I-I..." she stopped and closed her mouth. She looked down and her hair shielded the view of her face. "Hey," I said lifting her chin. She had tears in her eyes. "You can tell me what's wrong. I'm your friend, I'll listen." Her lower lip quivered, but then turned into a smile. "Thanks Zayn," she said, wiping her eyes. She sat up and I sat back on the bed the way I was before, and turned off the tele, ready to listen.


I don't know why, but with Zayn around, I started feeling scared. Once I had been friends with a really nice boy when I lived with Jake and Linda. Not sure you could call us friends, but we had some sort of bond. Jake once thought we were dating or something so her beat me for it, and then hurt the boy (I never knew his name, I never really talked much to him). Ever since then I had always been a bit scared being alone with a boy. 

Zayn looked at me, urging me to tell him what I wanted to get off my chest. I took a deep breath and started.

"When I was 9 years old, my parents were shot to death in front of my very own eyes. The murderer killed himself too, leaving me alone, by myself. I was taken to an orphanage a day after the incident, where I only stayed there for a few nights. I was adopted by a women named Linda and her husband, Jake... They were scary, cruel, and disturbing people. They told me they only adopted me to do work, like their chores around the house and stuff. But that's not the worse part. They both had a drinking and smoking problem..." I saw Zayn clench his jaw tight and kind of narrow his eyes a bit. "So sometimes...they'd beat me...and burn me... And Jake... sometimes he'd... touch me..." I felt my eyes brim with tears. Then I was pulled into a tight hug. My head was buried into Zayn's chest, and I started sobbing. That was the first time I had told a sole about what happened to me while I lived with them, and I don't know why I told Zayn, but it felt right.

"I hate them, their jerks!" Zayn said after a while. I stopped crying, but kept my head on his chest as her ran his hand through my hair."But now they aren't here... and I am..." Zayn said, and I looked up at him, with a smile. "Thank you, Zayn." He wiped the tears from my eyes and gave me a serious, yet sad expression. "I'm glad you told me this and got it off your chest, but that's a bit too much for you to go through," he said sounding worried. I took his hand in my hands, holding it in fear. "Please don't tell anyone," I begged. He looked a little torn and unsure of what to do, but then he sighed. "Fine I won't," he said. Then there was a beep from his phone. I let go of his hand so he could reach for it in his pocket.His expression hardened and he held a finger up to me and got off my bed. "Hello, Perrie?" he said answering his phone. Guilt washed over me, and I felt bad. Maybe they had a date or something and I had kept Zayn here the whole time telling him my past. "You want to me to come over? Uh, yeah sure, I'll be there soon. Okay, love you babe," he said as he hung up. Then he shyly looked at me and I smiled. "Perrie?" I said, guilty but curious to know. "Yeah, sorry, Perrie has been busy lately but finally got time to get away from work," he said smiling. I smiled too, "That's nice! Must be hard to be in different bands and stuff...Well I shouldn't keep you here, off you go Zayn." I said jumping off my bed and steering him towards the door. 

At the door he stopped me and turned around. "It was nice hanging out today, I feel like we've gotten a bit closer, ya'know, like friends," Zayn said shyly. I felt myself blush a bit. "Yeah I enjoyed today...Thanks..." I smiled. "I was wondering... maybe tomorrow..." Zayn started offering, but in an instant Perrie came to my mind. "Well... uh I wanted to have a relax all day kind of day tomorrow... meet some people..." I said coming up with excuses, little lies. He frowned, "No problem... maybe next time?" I smiled, "Yeah." Then he left.

As I closed the door, I could help but feel a bit sad that he was gone. It was weird. Like I really wanted him to be there with me and not with Perrie. What was going on with me?

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