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*

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2. Please Come With Me

"I have to get packed," I said as I stood up. I looked at Zayn and Harry uneasily. I'm not sure why, but I guess I was just confused on whether who I should believe. "Alright," I don't know why I said that word. My mind just drew a blank as Lola smiled at me and Niall had this half smile half smirk thing going on. Whereas both of my two possible biological dads where in front of me with the biggest smiles I've ever seen on a human before. 

I need to get out of here. Break the tension. 

I turned and went down the hallway towards the stairs. I quick paced myself up the stairs, James opening his door as I passed. 

"Leesi? What's going on?" He leaned on the door frame, his dark hair floppily on one side. 

"I'm leaving," I smiled. 

"Come on," he crossed his arms. "We'll make this better. You don't have to runaway."

I smiled at him, walking closer. "I'm not running away," I started. "I'm moving. To England."

His eyes went wide, "Why?"

I glanced down the stairs, "I believe I might have two dads." 

James went to a roaring fit of laughter and I stared back at him like he was deranged. "What?" He wouldn't stop laughing, so I pushed him back and closed his door behind me, "Would you shut up? What's your fucking problem?"

"Leesi, come on. Dads?" 

"Ugh, you don't get it," I rolled my eyes. "They aren't gay." 

He died down his laughing a little, "What are you talking about?" 

I shrugged, then with a devious smile, "I guess my mom just got around." 

"That's mean," he said seriously. One second he was laughing the next he was completely serious. I wanted to smack him. 

"It's the truth," I replied back. "Anyway, one guy has pale skin and has curly hair, something I never had. Whereas the other one has olive skin like me, and dark hair."

"Let's investigate," he smiled. 

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"Shut up," I muttered quietly to him. James and I were sitting at the only step where we wouldn't get caught. We haven't done this in forever, acting like children, eavesdropping on the adults below us in the kitchen. Now I was cursing at James' stomach growling. 

"I can't help it," he said. "I'm sorry I eat like Dad." 

"Ugh, be quiet!" 

"You sure she wants to live in Bradford?" A thick accented voice rang. 

"That's the curly haired one," I said to James. 

"I mean London. A city--." 

"Bradford is a city too, Harry," said Zayn as he paced the floor and came into our view. James and I stuck closer together, trying not to get caught. 

"He looks like--," started James but I quickly covered his mouth with my hand. It was too much and Zayn glanced up at his, giving us a small smirk and then looking back to the others. I uncovered his mouth and he finished, "...like you. I like him!" 

I rolled my eyes, "You're such a child."

"I'm only a couple months younger," he stuck his tongue out at me, like a five year old would. I totally forgot that his birthday was coming around. Placing a mental note I replied:

"Please remind me why I love you," I looked into his sapphire eyes. Deeper in color than even Niall's. 

Again he became serious, "Because together we are like love and lust." 

"What are you talking about?" My eyes narrowing. 

"You'll figure it out, besides I'm the only one who can make you scream with pleasure," he placed his hand on the inner side of my thigh as his lips hardly made contact with my collarbone. 

I could feel my eyelids drifting close at his touch. At that moment, I knew that if I went to England he was coming with me. 

I heard someone clear their throat and my eye flashed open. Zayn was looking back up at us, his arms crossed. Seriousness plastered over his face. 

"Stop," I said quietly as James gently lifted his lips. 

"What's wrong?" 

"It's time," I said as I stood up, James following my motions as we walked down the stairs. 

"Leesi, we need to know your decision," said Niall. 

"London with me," said Harry.

"Or Bradford with me," said Zayn. 

"Whatever you choose," Lola inquired. "They will both love you." 

James could feel my worriment, and I immediately felt his fingers run down my lower arm and intertwine with my fingers.

How could one choose?

My mind drifted back to my birth certificate. My mother, Clara Elyssa, she lived in Chelsea, so why do I have to pick between Bradford or London. I know exactly where I want to live. 

"I want to live in Chelsea," I said. "Isn't that where my mother is from?"

Lola's eyes brightened, "Yes, but the house--."

"It's still there," said Harry. 

"Good," I smiled. 

"I hope you're not planning on living alone," said Niall. "In Chelsea to boot." 

"I won't be living alone," I tightened my grip on James' hand. "James is coming with."

"I'm what?!" James sputtered and at the same time Niall started to yell. I ignored Niall's yelling as I faced James. 

"Please come with me," I said. 

"Leesi, I can't go to England," he wavered. 

"Of course you can," I smiled, possibly hopeful. "Remember what you said we are like love and lust. Those two words need each other, or else the they cannot survive."

"Look at you," he smiled. "Such a poet." 

"Shut up," I smiled back. "Come with me?" 

"Are you kidding," he said and his words made even Niall shut up. "I wouldn't miss the champagne for anything."

"Oh no," Niall started again. "No no no no no, I said nothing about drinking."

"Oh lighten up a little bit," said Zayn. "They're eighteen, young, wild, and free."

"I know, and that's what scares me." 

Again, thanks for voting for For The Love Of Clara, my story is now Fan Fiction of the Year, because of you amaZAYN people! To reward all of you, I have uploaded For The Love Of Leesi, the sequel. I hope you enjoy her story!! It's going to be as crazy as the first one! 

ps HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAYN MALIK!!! A lot of you have seen that I have released this story on Zayn's 20th, because it obviously has meaning!!

Anyway! Please like, comment, and favorite!! 

Much love, Morgan xx

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