Holding on to what I have

Layla looks like any other teenage girl, she's pretty with long brown hair and green eyes. She's smart and has plenty of friends. But that's just the outside, on the inside she's breaking. Her parents just got a divorce and she lives with her dad who abuses her. Her mom just moved to London, Layla has had enough and she runs away and goes to her mother's house. While she's there she runs into the one and only Zayn Malik. She becomes friends with hum, but it seems like there is a romance brewing between him and her. Will she be too scared to let him into her life? Or will she finally open up to someone and let them in, let them help her with everything that has happened.


28. Cleaning up and The Dream

After dinner everyone goes to the couch to watch the telly. Jordan and I stay with my mum to clean up.

"So Layla," My mum starts, "how are you and Zayn?"

I blush, "Good, I went to the studio with him today."

"That's nice."

"It was until we left and we attacked my paparazzi." I say with a giggle.

"I still can't get over the fact that you are dating someone famous." She says.

Jordan pipes up, "I can't believe someone as sweet as Harry would like someone like me."

"Jordan, you are a beautiful girl! What's not to like about you!" My mum says turning to face Jordan.

She laughs, "I'm guessing you said the exact same thing to Layla when she told you she was dating Zayn and she didn't know why he would like her."

My mum looks at the ground, "Maybe."

Jordan laughs again, "Knew it!" My mum and Jordan walk out to go get more soap from the hall closet. I grabbed a plate and started washing it off, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Hey." I hear Zayn say.

"Hey, I'll be out there in a few minutes. You can go out and watch the telly with the guys."

"I don't want to, I missed you."

"Zayn, it's only been like 10 minutes!" I exclaim.

"So?" I laugh at him. He kisses my neck and walks over to the plates that need to be dried. He grabs a towel and begins to dry them.

My mum and Jordan walk back in, "Zayn, you don't have to clean up if you don't want to." My mum says.

"No, I want to." He says. He grabs another plate a dries it off.

"Okay." We finish cleaning everything and we head out to the den. 

"Well, I'm going to bed. I have to work in the morning. But everyone has to be gone by 11." My mum says eyeing everybody.

"Okay, good night mum." I say giving her a kiss on her cheek. Everyone else says good night to her and she walks to her room.

I sit down next to Zayn on the couch. Next to Zayn is Niall. On the other couch is Harry and Jordan. Liam on the recliner, and Louis sprawled out on the floor. I rest my head on Zayn's shoulder and watch the telly. My eyes start to get heavy and I soon fall asleep.


"I don't want to wake her!" I hear someone say quietly.

"We have to go, just carry her to her room." Someone else says.

"I will, I'll be out soon. You guys can go." The person who talked first said.

"No, we will wait for you." The other person says.

"Fine." I feel my body being lifted up and I can feel myself moving through the air. It feels like I'm flying. Then I feel myself being laid down and a blanket being placed on top of me. I feel someone kiss my forehead and start to walk away. I slowly open my eyes and turn my head to the person.

"Zayn?" I call after them. They turn around and sure enough it is Zayn.

"Hey, you fell asleep." He says walking back over to me.

"Oh, what time is it?" I ask.

"10:40" He responds.

"Okay," I hold his hand, "good night." I tell him.

"Good night." He kisses me and walks out turning off my light. I curl up in my bed and hear the front door close. I smile, Zayn was so good to me. I still do know what I did to deserve him, because I knew that I really don't deserve such a great guy like him. 

I feel asleep again dreaming about us, it was a happy dream. My mum was with someone, I was with Zayn. Jordan had Harry, Louis and Abi. Liam was with someone but I couldn't see their face, And Niall was with someone as well. We were at the beach, running around like idiots. There was a baby there as well laying on a blanket, I can't remember who's she was, but she had my eyes. And those eyes were staring at us, those beautiful eyes.....

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