For The Love Of Leesi

Eighteen years and I have finally found out who my parents are--well my father anyway. Knowing that you're father is Zayn Malik from the used-to-be huge boy band is a complete change. So it looks like I'm spending the summer in London. It's time to learn who I really am, who I truly love, and if in the end I will able to tell the difference from reality and fantasy. *Sequel to For The Love Of Clara*


3. LAX To Chelsea

"Are there beaches in England?" I asked Zayn aka Dad. I think...I don't know, ugh whatever.

"Yes, the closest one is Camber Sands in Kent," he said as we stood with our arms apart waiting for the security to wand our body. 

"What is the style there?" In truth I knew what the style was, but I couldn't let them know that I had sneaked out before and traveled the world. 

"Um, well for girls," he was stuttering as he reached for his suitcase and lifted it off the x-ray machine. "Uh, I'll buy you a Vogue magazine." 

I laughed at his uneasy comfort.

"You sure you can get used to a girl in the house, Zayn?" Harry questioned behind us as he was just beginning to be wand-ed. 

Zayn shot him a frown and narrowing eyes. "Please do not question my stability." 

"I'm not questioning anything," Harry shot back. "Well maybe just how you will deal with a girl in Chelsea." 

"Don't worry about me," Zayn crossed his arms. "Don't worry about us."

"Us? Are you sure she really chose you?" 

"Styles, I suggest you take a long walk off a short pier." 

"You sure this is a good idea?" James muttered into my ear with his fingers gently on the low of my back.

I stood back and smiled, "This is perfect."

In my mind a plan formulated as my two possible fathers made a boring argument look interesting.


"Welcome home," said Zayn as he opened the door of the apartment. 

I walked inside and an immediate smell of roses filled my nose. I opened my eyes to see the many vases and bouquets of flowers set all around the house. 

"What's with all the flowers?" I asked turning back to him. James was placing the luggage by the door as he also felt the summer smell of flowers. 

"You're mother was a florist," he said. "She owned the shop down the street."

"Is the shop still there?" 

"Unfortunately not," said Zayn as he lowered his head. 

"Hey you alright in there?! I'm gonna head back to London!" Harry was shouting from his expensive Audi outside the complex. Zayn reached the door and shouted back. 

These two didn't make a balanced friendship. "Yes you idiot we're fine!" Zayn shouted. 

"Don't start with me Bradford Bad Boy!" Harry yelled back. 

This was getting old and quick too. "Would you both just shut it?!" I yelled as I made room beside Zayn and looked out the door towards Harry. "Damn it, you both are fucking idiots."

"Hey! Watch your mouth," Zayn warned me. 

I turned away with a smile as I heard Harry laughing, "Acts just like her father." 

I was? I am? 

I heard Zayn shut the door and a car speeding away. "Bastard," he muttered under his breath. "Leesi here's your room," said Zayn as he opened a door that was connected to the living room. "The master suite." 

I walked into the sunlit room. The windows were open and the champagne-colored curtains swept together in happiness. Again the strong scent of flowers filled the room and the large bed was covered in pillows with a feather comforter. 

"My mother's room?" I questioned. 

"Of course," said Zayn. "Now James," he looked back to the Niall-look-alike. "You're room is upstairs and all the way down the hallway, next to mine of course." 

"Zayn," I started. "Who knew you would act like such" 

"Well precautions must be made," he said. "I don't need accidents and therefore separation is needed."

I rolled my eyes, "Do you always talk so...uh, sophisticated?"

"It comes and goes," he said with a slight smile. "Now you two go get ready."

"Why?" I wanted to know exactly what was going on.

"There's a ball tonight," he finished. 

"A ball?! You mean formal, big dresses, fancy champagne type of ball?" 

"Yeah what other kind is there?" 

"I didn't sign up for this," I said leaning against the wooden door of my room. 

"Too bad," he said with a smirk. "You're going." 

Well there's some filler, not my best chapter, but prepares you for the next chapter :)

Thanks for reading! Please comment, favorite and like!

Much love, Morgan xx

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