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.


4. Meeting Kelli

Layla's P.O.V.

"Hi!" I said into my phone. 

"Is something wrong honey?" My mum asks.

"Um, I was just wondering where you live." I said nervously  Maybe it was a bad idea coming here. Maybe she didn't want me, or she wasn't home or didn't have space for me.

"Why?  are you in London?" My mum asks surprised at my question.

"Um, yeah I kinda am. For um," I racked my brain for something to say, "school. I'm here for school and was wondering if i could stay with you." I said. Whew, That was good, I knew eventually I would have to tell her the truth but for now that would work.

"Oh, well where are you? I can come pick you up." She said. I look around at the street signs. 

"I'm at the bus station at Woodward and Hikes." I say.

"Oh, I don't live far from there. I will be there shortly, don't go anywhere." My mum said. I laughed.

"I won't. Bye." I said

"Bye." I ended the call and sat down at a bench. I pulled out a granola bar and slowly ate it. I wasn't too hungry so I just had a few snacks. I was looking at the ground when someone sat down next to me. I looked up to see a girl about my age with long dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes. 

"Hi!" She said. I saw that she was tan and had a few freckles dotted on her face.

"Hey" I replied.

"I'm Kelli. Are you waiting for someone to pick you up?" She asks.

"I'm Layla, yeah my mum should be here soon. Are you from here?" I ask. This girl looked like she was really nice and could be my friend. I knew she could easily fit in with my friends back home.

"No, I just moved here last week from America. I lived in Memphis Tennessee, so I guess you could say I'm a country girl. My dad just got a new job and he decided to take it so we moved.You?" She said with a smile that revealed perfect white teeth. 

"Oh cool, I'm just here to um, visit my mum. My dad lives in Brighton, about an hour from here." I say. I just recognized here accent, I couldn't tell what it was. It sounded American but a little different. 

"Oh, I've never been there. Do you have any brothers or sisters?" She asks. I think this girl could really be my friend, considering that I would probably be staying here with my mum foe awhile.

"No, it's just Me, Myself, and I." I say with a laugh. "You?"

"I have a little brother, his name's Brad, but I call him Lou." She said with a smile. I guess she really likes her brother. I wish I could have had a brother or sister that would be my best friend, to know that no matter how big of a fight you get in, you always have to come back and make up because you're family.

"Do you like spending time with him?" I ask.

"Yeah, I love being with him. I mean he's 9 so he can be really immature sometimes but he is really funny. He can always make me laugh whenever I'm sad." She says.

"Did you want to move?" I ask. I don't know why but I though there was more than she was telling, that she didn't just move because her dad got a new job. 

"Kinda, I didn't want to leave the place where I grew up. But I guess change can be good.' She said with a tiny laugh that didn't really convince me.

"I get that. was it hard leaving your friends?" I ask. Her face fell.

"I din't really have any friends." She said. "All the kids at school used to pick on me because I had was too loud or too annoying. I never really had any friends." I could feel tears in my eyes.  fought back to make them not spill over, I blinked my eyes a few times and said, "I'm so sorry. I had no idea." 

She laughed, "How could you? It's not like it's written on my forehead or something. And all I have from the past are the scars." She said the last part really quietly. My eyes traveled down to her arms. She looked up at me. "Yeah, I thought that would take away my pain. Kids used to call me fat and say I should just die. I started to believe them." She said with tears starting to spill out of her eyes, I don't know why people called her fat, she was actually really skinny. When my dad would beat me I would feel useless but I never thought off cutting.  I knew I couldn't do that, I couldn't take that kind of pain.

I put my arm around her shoulder's. 'It's okay." I say in a quiet voice. " I just wish I never did that. That I could take way the scars. But i can't take away the past." She said. I pulled out my phone. "Here I said." Handing it to her. "Put your number in and you can text or call me whenever you want.' I said with a smile. She smiled as well. She took the phone and put her number in and handed it back to me. She pulled out her own phone and I sent her a text, her phone chimed as it got the text. She replied

Hey! Thx so much, I hope we can be rlly good friends.

I smiled, "Me too." I say. I saw headlights swing across the building in front of us. I turn to see my mum's car. "Well I gotta go, but text me when ever you want. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow if you're not busy." I say. "I'd like that." She said with a smile. I got up and waved to her as i headed toward the car with all of my things. I looked inside the car from the front and could see my beautiful mother. She was smiling at me. I reached towards the door and pulled it open.


**A/N** I hope you guys like Kelli, you will be hearing a lot more about in the chapters to come!!! :) Plz comment!! This is my first fanfic and I really hope you guys like it!


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