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*


8. Learning

Jed kept driving with some Indie music on replay. I've never cared for the sound but at this moment I was starting to enjoy it. The artist rapped with his acoustic guitar and spoke lyrics with meaning.

"Who is this?" I asked him, turning my head towards him.

A smile appeared on his face, "My dad. Ed Sheeran."

"Oh," I turned back to look out the window. "I like his voice."

"So does a lot of girls. He's not that bad with the guys either," he joked and I smiled. A smile the was totally willing. 

"Where is your dad?" I turned back to him my hair falling from behind my ear and falling gently on the side of my face. 

"Um," he leaned forward onto the steering wheel as the traffic again came to a stop. "Up there," he pointed to a close top of a building.

"You live up there?" I looked from the building back to him.

"Nah, that's a private recording studio. He meets up with a lot of other artists there. Harry is usually up there every day. It's the only place paparazzi doesn't know about. So, you tell anyone I'll kill you personally." 

"You don't seem that you get a lot of media attention."

"Then you obviously haven't look at the papers since you've arrived here," he smirked. "Take a look," his thumb pointed to the back seat and I turned to look. The seat was covered in white paper with black lettering. Every headline reading, Jed Sheeran. 

"What do you do?"

"That's the thing," he smiles. "I do nothing. I walk down a street, I'm in the papers. I buy a beer, my name is in the papers. No doubt our little conversation in Ginger and White will be in the paper tomorrow. Hell, it might even make the evening post."

"You can't be serious," I questioned.

"I'm very serious," he smirked at me as he turned the corner and headed off the main traffic road. "Now let's forget about the paps, let's just go relax."

"Relax? Where are you taking me?"

He stopped at a stop sign and look my way, "Kensington Gardens."


"This is where Peter Pan goes when he's visiting from Neverland," Jed spoke as he opened the door of his car for me. I stepped out and onto the gravel road which eventually led to green grass. The sun was setting and people were leaving.

"The park's closing," I said.

He looked towards the park gates and watched the guards readying the gates to close, "Not for me. Come on." 

He held onto my hand and walked towards the entrance. I heard another car door close behind me and I saw a big guy watch after us. I was about to question, but I was pulled forward.

"Hey Bob," said Jed to one of the park guards.

"Jedediah! Where have you been?!" Jed and Bob exchanged handshakes, but I couldn't help but smile at the sound of Jed's first full name. 

"Very busy, but tonight's my night off. Can we hang around for a bit?" 

"Sure, I'll just tell Luke."

"Thanks mate," said Jed and soon we were walking beyond the gates and into the park.

"So," I started. "Jedediah?" 

"I know it's a terrible name," he rolled his eyes.

"No, I think it's interesting," I smiled up to him. Our hands were no longer touching but as we walked close together his fingers sometimes brushed along mine. 

"It's alright, I absolutely hate when the press uses it though, it makes me sound like a good person."

"And you're not a good person?" I asked, one eyebrow raising.

"Never," he growled the word. "Unless you want me to be."

"You've already been a good person to me," I smiled. I saw a smile appear on his lips. "So will you tell me who is constantly following us?" 

He looked behind us and then chuckled, "That's Ken. He's my safety, but unfortunately he can't keep my name out of the press."

"He's your body guard?"

"You can say that. I don't like having body guards but my dad enforces after all the attention I get. I don't understand it," he walked ahead of me a little further. "Here it is. Leesi, meet Peter Pan."

I stopped as I looked up at the statue of a child boy, the name 'Peter Pan' engraved at the bottom. 

"You must introduce yourself," he said next to me.

"What?" I showed a face of confusion.

"Watch me," he started. "Hello Peter, I'm Jed," he bent his torso forward in a bow.

"You think he's real?" I was trying very hard not to laugh.

"It's a London thing," he said. "All children introduce themselves to him, so that when he comes to pick you up to go to Neverland he knows your name. Now it's your turn, you don't want Peter to call you a Lost Girl, do you?"

Now I was really trying to minimize my laughing, but I went along with it. I picked up my imaginary skirt and curtsied, "Hello Peter, I'm Leesi." 

"Very good," he jokingly congratulated me. "I used to come here everyday. It was my home away from home. I could be alone here and fortunately the press never found me here, thanks to the bushes surrounding the statue."

"Tell me," I started as I followed his circling around the statue. "I want to know about Zayn's band, your dad, everything."

He exhaled loudly, "That is a damn long story," he began, "but I'll tell you a quick version. One Direction, that's been an abused an overused name for the press. According to my dad, those guys had the worse time with trying to keep anything private. They had to be careful of everything they ever said and Harry once told my dad that meeting Clara again was the best thing that could ever happen to the band. He wanted it to be over. Everyone was tired and things needed to settle down."

"Again?" I ask him. "You said when Harry met Clara again."

"Well, yea. Clara and Harry went to school together in Holmes Chapel. Anyway my dad wrote songs for the band and they were always instant hits. The band won tons of awards, and they were known as the next 'Beatles' and part of the second British Invasion."

"The Beatles? Honestly?"

"You have to understand," I followed his footing as he spoke in front of me. "One Direction had a fan base of almost double the size the Beatles ever had. Their albums sold way more than the Beatles ever did. So they won the awards and stole the hearts of many girls. World tours, great albums, but everything always went down hill. Once the band broke up my dad was constantly over at Harry's flat. I remember waking up in the morning for school and he would just walk through the door, his eyes red. My mum always told him that he was doing the right thing in helping a friend.

"Eventually everything turned back around and the boy's got back on their feet again. Niall of course went to America with you and life was restarted. Soon One Direction were nothing but a memorable past, and long lived the children of the past generation. I was born after James, your amazing step-brother a--."

"You were born after James?"

"One week later. Why? Don't you talk to people younger than you?" 

"No, of course I talk," I muttered. 

"Well if it makes you feel any better you are the oldest out of all of us."

"All of us?" 

"Duh," I could see a hint of a smile. "We are all the outcome of what we call 'music sex'."

I raised an eyebrow, "What?" 

"All of our dad's or mum's are music legends. We were all born either a couple days, weeks, or months apart. You are the most separated from us being born a year after all of us."

"Why were you all born so close together."

"The last world tour," he smiled as he stopped and turned towards me, catching me off guard. "365 days, one show every night. They were going to go out with the biggest concert in history and they did it. When they all came home, what else was their to do but fuck?" 

"Funny, but not all of them have children," I stated. 

"Of course not, but Niall was the first to have James, then I came along and then that bastard Max. Louis' child is going to be born the furthest out with an eighteen years separation."

"Why did he wait so long?" 

"Eleanor and Louis get in fights all the time and one time one of those fights led to make-up sex without the use of a condom. I honestly don't think Harry with ever have children. He knows you aren't truly his, and I would think he would try and create his own child but it hasn't happened."

"What about that girl he's always around? They were at the Brits together."

"That's Cara," he said down to me. "She's his girlfriend. Harry's not really a marriage type of guy either, but it's getting her pretty pissed. She's a supermodel, and she wants to get out of the business, the only way is for her to have a baby. Lose that figure and the agency will drop her." 

"That's a bit harsh," I started.

"That's what she wants and unfortunately Harry doesn't see that. My dad and Louis have been trying to get a move on the relationship after Clara talked to them, but nothing has happened yet."

"How do you know all this?"

"I listen, one of my great qualities," he smiled. "My dad tells me loads of stories from his past and I enjoy listening to them."

"Alright then why don't you like Max?" Referring to one of his earlier adjectives about calling Max a bastard. 

"Ugh," he rolled his eyes. "He thinks he's everything because Daddy and Mummy are famous, which hello, so is everyone else he hangs out with. He wants to get into the music career, but he can't sing for shit. I love Danielle, which is his mum, but she can't sing a note and he inherited that gene from her. Liam tries to push it off and get him interested in something else but it never works." 

"Jed," a voice came from our side and we both turned our heads and looked at Ken. "It's getting late. Your meeting your father tonight as well." 

"Oh," he turned back towards me. "Want to actually meet my dad?"

"Jed, I couldn't. I hardly know you."

"You know everything you need to know. Come on, he's actually pretty cool."

I thought about it, unsure if I should actually go. "What about Zayn." 

"Ken," he looked to his body guard. "Please call Zayn and tell him that I'm taking Leesi with me out to dinner."

"Very well," said Ken as he pulled a cell phone from his inside coat pocket. "Hello, Mr. Malik, this is Ken. Yes, she's very well. Jed has wanted me to tell you that she will be with us for dinner tonight. Yes, sir. Will do. Goodbye." He hung up the phone and it vanished back inside his pocket. "He said to have fun and to tell Mr. Sheeran that he needs to come over for a visit sometime."

"Damn, I love your dad. Always so nice," said Jed. 

I smiled at his reaction. "So where are we headed?"

"Back to my flat." 


Alright so another history lesson, I guess. Next chapter well get back to the dirty scenes haha. Anyway please comment, like and favorite! 

Much love and stay forever strong, Behati xx

ps: this chapter is dedicated to ONEDIRECTION_AMIRA, happy birthday babe xx

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