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.


17. Jordan and being happy

"Hi." I say.

"Layla, you haven't talked to me in a long time, since your mum left. Why are you talking to me now?" Jordan asks me. Jordan was the girl in the picture with Jackie and me. Like I said we were friends for a long time, when my mum left Jordan saw my dad slap me once when I got a C on a quiz. I told her it was the only time it had happened and then I never talked to her again. It was stupid of me, but I didn't want anyone knowing.

"I know, and I'm sorry for that. But I'm going trough something right now and I need help."

"Where are you? No one at school knows where you are."

"I'm with my mum. Do you think you could come to London for a few days?" I ask her.

"Layla, you expect me for pretend like we are great friends and come save you from whatever happened?" She asks, she sounds really annoyed.

"I guess."

"Well, then you do know me!" She says with a laugh. That was the Jordan I knew. "My aunt lives in London, I could visit for a few days. But first I need to know what happened that made you call me." I told her everything that happened, even meeting One Direction, she wasn't really a fan either.  I didn't tell her that I ran away though, I told her that my dad couldn't afford to have me live with him so I moved in with my mum. 

She told me she would be at my place tomorrow at 11, which was good because my mum wouldn't be home. When I hung up I sat on my bed thinking about all the good times I had with Jordan. She had long brown almost red hair and hazel eyes with a little green in them. She was always so outgoing and was always telling a joke, no matter what was going on she would always want food! She was the type of friend that nothing was too crazy and she would help you with anything. I always loved hanging out with her, and I was really sorry that I just walked away from her and never talked to her. 

Then I start thinking about Kelli, I was going to have to forget her somehow. She didn't want me to talk to her and she was happy. Then when I was thinking about her being happy I though about me being happy. And for some weird reason, Zayn was in my mind. I smiled at the thought of him. Great, I thought to myself, I really did like him. How was I going to tell him? How could I let him inside and open up to him. Was  ready for that? 

I sat on by bed for hours just thinking about anything and everything.

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