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.


34. Feeling Perfect

It's about 9 o'clock and I'm still laying on the couch with Zayn's arms wrapped around me. We are still watching the telly, and I feel so tired. Zayn kisses the top of my head and yawns.

"Are you tired?" I ask him.

"A little."

I turn over so I'm facing him, "So am I."

Zayn slowly sits up and kisses me on the cheek. "Come on , I'll give you some clothes you can wear." We get up and walk over to his room. He goes to his closet and pulls out some sweatpants and a gray t shirt. He hands them to me.

"Thanks." He smiles and nods his head. I walk to the bathroom and change into them. I take my hair out of the bun and put it up in a high pony tail. I walk out and go back to Zayn's room. 

"You look good in my clothes." He says with a laugh. 

I blushed and said, "Well, they are yours." He laughs and pulls me close to him. He kisses my neck, makes and his way up to my cheek. I giggle, he smiles and runs his thumb across my cheek.

Zayn sits down on his bed and he pats the spot next to him. I sit down and turn to face him, "Did you see the pictures of us at the water park?" Zayn asked.


"Oh, there were a lot. Stupid thing is I never saw any papz."

"I guess they're sneaky like that, I mean they get paid to do that."

"Yeah, I guess." We sat there all night talking, we never fell asleep.  We talked about so many things, soon we got to the topic I did not want to talk about, my old life.

"So how did you meet Jordan?"

"Well, she lived a few houses down from me. We just sorta became friends." 

"Oh, did she know that you ran away? That you were going to?"

"No, I wasn't really talking to her much when I left. I stopped talking to her when my mum left. I knew she would find out about my dad."

"Layla, it really hurts me to know that he did that to you." Zayn say with  serious face.

"Zayn, you had no control over that. You didn't even know me then."

"So? I still feel bad about it, I let him hurt you that one time. I saw him hit you, I was in the same room. I could have stopped him."
"Zayn, I really don't want to talk about this right now."


"Because it brings back old memories, memories that I don't want to remember."
"I just, I should have known that day when he called you. I should have known there was more than what you were telling."

"Zayn, you couldn't have known and I didn't want you to."

"Would you have told me? If I didn't walk in on you guys, would you have told me about what he did?" 

"Probably, I knew I had to tell my mum really soon."

"Where would we be if I never saw him hit you?"

"What do you mean?" I ask taking his hand.

"When he hit you, then you let me in. then you let me be,  your boyfriend. Would we be here if he hadn't come?"

"I don't know, I don't want to think about it. It happened and we are here now. That's all that matters."

"Okay." I curl up against him and he protectively puts his arms around my waist. 

"Layla?" He asks.


"I'm glad we are together, I really really like you."

"I really like you too."

"I couldn't imagine my life without you."

"Aw, Zayn!" I push myself up and look him in the eyes.

"It's true." I lean in and kiss him. I pull back and smile.

"Neither could I." I lay back down and we talk about different things, stupid things. Anything that comes to mind, I feel right with him. It feels, perfect.

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