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.

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Zayn and I sat there watching the telly for about an hour when Niall came in and sat down on the other couch. He looks at us, "Aw, look at you two all curled up together!" Niall says. He pulls out his phone and takes a picture of us. I glare at him.

"That picture better not be going anywhere but will all the other deleted pictures on that phone." I tell Niall.

He laughs at me. A few minutes later I feel my phone buzz, I look at it. I see the picture and Niall's caption, 'Zayn and his girl! Haha, he's always with her!' There was already about 200 comments. I read the first few, but I stopped. Most of them were mean, and calling me names. I looked at Niall. "Really Niall?" I ask him, he looks up at me and smiles.

I show Zayn the picture and he just smiles. Whatever, I think to myself, I'm not going to read the rest of the comments. I won't. Zayn pulls me closer to him and I wrap my arms around him. The warmth from his body radiates of and warms my cold skin. I smile at him and bury my head in his chest. I close my eyes and listen the the beating of his heart. I fall into a deep slumber listening to this, the steady beat of his heart.

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I feel someone stroking my hair and humming softly. I slowly open my eyes to see Zayn staring down at me. I smile at him, he runs his thumb across my cheek pulls my head to his. He kisses me and says, "You were asleep for a long time."

"How long?" I ask.

"3 hours."

"Oh, I must have been tired from school or something."

He just smiles at me, "Are you hungry?"

"kinda." we get up and walk over to the kitchen. I sit down at the counter top and Zayn opens the pantry. He pulls out a box of macaroni and cheese and grabs a pot from a cupboard. He puts water in it and sets it on the stove to boil. Zayn walks over to me and kisses me on the cheek.

"You know you're so cute when you sleep right?" He tells me.

I laugh at him, "No, I can't see myself when I sleep."

"Really? I didn't know that." 

"Yeah, I figured you didn't so I thought I would tell you." I say sarcastically. All of a sudden Jordan and Harry burst through the door.

"Hey man, I thought you guys were just eating lunch! You've been gone for 4 hours!" Zayn tells Harry.

"We went shopping." Harry says.

"Whatever." Zayn sits down next to me and takes out his phone. He goes on his twitter and I see that it is also blown up.  He doesn't even look at the comments, he just looks at the picture. He smiles at it and puts his phone away. I notice the water starts to boil and I walk over there and pour the pasta in. I start stirring it and Jordan walks over to me.

"Hey, I saw the picture of you guys. Did you read the comments?"

"No."

"Okay, good. People are stupid, and they don't even know you. Just remember that." She walks back over to Harry who is sitting on the couch. I smile and finish cooking the pasta.

**2 Hours Later**

That's it, I can't stand it anymore. I take out my phone and do what I told myself I wouldn't. I read the comments. The first one I see makes my heart sink,

'Wow, that little slut thinks she can steal Zayn? She's so ugly, Zayn must have just woken up and  not be able to see right.'

Then next one wasn't any better,

'She's so skinny. She probably has an eating disorder so she won't be fat, she's so fake. You can tell, I bet she has had plastic surgery like 100 times!'

They all keep getting worse. Calling me names, telling me I'm not good enough for Zayn. I'm sitting on the couch and nobody is there. Jordan and Harry left and Zayn went to the bathroom. I start to cry, they are right. Zayn doesn't deserve me, he deserves better. He can have any girl he wants, there is no way he would like me.

Zayn walks out of the bathroom and sees that I'm crying. "What's wrong?" He asks rushing over to me.

I show him my phone, he takes it and set;s it down on the table. "Don't listen to them, they don't know anything about you. They are just jealous." He says. He picks me up and sets me on his lap.

"Why did you read those? You knew they would all be mean."

"I don't know." I say. I start crying harder. 

"Shh, it's alright." He says. He rubs my back and kisses the top of my head. I look at the clock and see that it's already 7.

"I should leave now." I say.

"Why don't you spend the night?" Zayn asks. "I really don't want you going home like this, and I don't want you reading those comments."

"I'll ask my mum." I say.

I grab my phone from the table and text her,

Hey is it alright if I spend the night at Zayn's?

Yeah, just don't do anything stupid. If Zayn tries to do anything just kick him where it hurts, and I'm sure Niall will help you.

MUM! 

I'm joking! Have fun, but you know not that kind of fun.

Mum, really?

Ok, bye

Bye.

"She said it's fine." I tell Zayn.

"Ok." I sit back down and watch the telly with him, trying to forget about all those rude comments.

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