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*


12. Tabloid Banter

"Here's another one," said Jed as he pointed to yet another article of him and I. 

I was exhausted, tired of looking at white paper with black lettering. I just wanted it all to go away. I can't believe it's already been a week since the entire BBC Radio interview and now Jed and I's relationship had made every television show, newspaper articles, and gossip group possible. James has almost completely stopped talking to me, but him throwing mean looks in my direction had now vanished. 

I was now in a middle, somewhere between the corners of happiness and complete depression. I was happy with Jed; he made me feel safe and loved, but so did James. Which was my next conflicting concern; how was I supposed to choose between the boy who made me feel special, loved and the boy who I've always known? 

Now as I sat at the wooden table at Jed's apartment, I was completely lost. I came here only fifteen minutes ago, hoping to get away from the awkwardness that appeared in Zayn's place. James wasn't really too worried about now that he left almost two hours before I even woke up. When Zayn asked him why he left so earlier he blamed it on jet lag, but I think it was him just trying to get out of the house without facing me. It hurt, it did, and I voiced this to Jed. His reaction was holding me close and telling me everything would be okay. 

"I don't want to look anymore," I said pushing the newspaper away from my eyesight. 

He dropped the newspaper to the floor where it joined the other pieces of printed paper. Magazine and newspaper articles scattered the floor, and I folded my hands in my lap as my hair covered my face. 

"Lees what's wrong?" 

His hand soon appeared in my vision as he placed his big fingers over my two small hands. 

"I--I can't deal with this…it's too much Jed. This is exactly what Niall tried to keep me from all those years. This is hard trying to live a life you didn't even knew existed. James--."

"Stop," he pushed back my hair from my face. "You know James' choice."

"I do?! You honestly think he would just allow this to all happen? I know James, he would never give up this easily…well he might, but not like the way he did."

He exhaled, "I need to tell you something," he started.

His words caught my attention and I looked into his eyes, concern written all over my face. "What's going on?"

"James and I--we've known he each other quite awhile now. He's like my brother, and I told him that night at the Brit Awards that I liked you. I knew you two were already something so I didn't want to get involved--not until James told me to."

"He what?"

"He asked--no he begged me to take you off his hands. He kept telling me that he wasn't good for you and that you're faster than what he can breathe. He believes that I'm the only who can keep up with you, the only one who can make your problems disappear."

I swallowed, unsure of what to say. My thoughts were running faster than my own breathing. What was I supposed to say? What would someone possibly say to something like this?

"Are you sure?"

"Am I sure what?" His eyes squinted, his forehead creasing. 

"Are you sure you can handle me?" 

A smile appeared on his face, "The question is, Leesi Malik, can you handle me?" 


"Jed, stop!" I was laughing over my words as Jed continued to twirl me through the sprinkles. The gardener had the sprinklers on for the grass and now my clothing was sticking to me, soaking me to the skin. 

He continued to drag me through the water until a slippery spot of mud caught underneath my feet. I feel forward, catching and taking Jed with me as I ungracefully stumble to the floor. We laughed, myself overtop Jed until the cold water on my skin soon turned hot, burning to the touch. 

The tension between us grew as he pushed my wet hair back from my face. I was still fighting with myself over James and right now that's all my mind flooded with was James. I tried to push, shove, and make him vanish from my mind but it was near to impossible.

"You're still thinking about him," said Jed, concern on his face as his thumb ran along the corner of my mouth. 

"How can I not think about him? He won't talk to me anymore."

"I'll talk to him."

"No, I need to talk to him. Do you think it's something I did, the reason he basically gave me to you and now he won't talk to me?"

"Lees you did nothing wrong. I'm sure James has his reasons but maybe he's just not ready to share." 

I exhaled, "Why is this--?"

I never got to finish because soon Jed and I's names were being shouted over the iron fence. We both looked up and flashes appeared from all different angels. 

"Are you fucking serious?" Jed cursed as he picked me up. "Let's go." 

He helped me to my feet before we took a run to the apartment complex. 

"Jed! For Jesus Christ why can't you stop attracting the fucking media?!" A deep voice shouted from a window above us.

"Sorry Ben!" 

We finally made cover inside the foyer of the complex and shielded ourselves from the cameras. 

"Funny," I breathed, refilling my lungs with oxygen. "I thought you would be living in a apartment filled with other celebrities."

"Hell no, I like the average lifestyle. Besides it's cheaper." 

"Are you happy?" I didn't even understand the question that just left my mouth. 

He stopped for a second, looking directly at me. "I don't think anyone is ever happy."

"I didn't ask for a philosophical answer, I asked about you." 

He wrapped his arms around himself, "Of course." 

"Why do I feel like you're lying?"

He shrugged, "Look outside. Who would ever want to live with that, to have a camera in your face all the time and then see you're most personal stories printed on paper for others to read. It's not fun and it's unfair. I do nothing and yet they follow me everywhere."

"You had to do something in order for all of this." 

He exhaled again and went to the elevators. I followed him, the doors opening as we walked inside. 

"It was a couple years ago," he said leaning against the elevator wall as we waited to reach the ninth floor. "I was with the wrong people and we all went out one night. We were all drunk and we gambled. Gambled so far I lost most of my money, everything made the papers when I could no longer pay for my flat and I was more or less begging my dad for money. I walked away from it all, those two years were the years I drowned in alcohol and flooded my bloodstream with illegal drugs, and now I feel better. The only problem being the paps watch me, waiting for me to screw up again. I don't usually date, most girls only want one thing from me and I'm not the kind to just give sex away like it's a present." 

"I'm glad you told me," I said to him. "Wanna know my story? Over in America people don't really know who I am, Niall is popular but I guess not like what he used to be. Anyway, I sneak out at night, drink, get high. Lola always asked me why I do these things to myself, but I could never answer her."

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, walking to his apartment was awkward now that we've told each other our motives. 

"You know, though," he smiled towards me as we reached his door. "I'm a lot happier now." He opened his door and let me walk inside.

"Really? And what's the difference now?" I heard the door close as I felt hands on my waist, pushing me against the wall. 

"You," he hummed against my lips, before he brought me closer. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up from the floor. My legs wrapped around his hips as he brought me to his bedroom. Another door closing before I was on his bed. 

"Jed," I breathed.

"We aren't going to do anything scandalous," he moaned, but I had different intentions. 

I used my weight and pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him. "What if I want to do something scandalous?" His eyes widened just a little as I gripped the bottom of my soaked shirt and pulled it off my skin. My still wet hair falling to one side as his fingers ran along my bare thighs. 

I reached for his hands and held them in my own, "We shouldn't--."

I stopped him with my words, "I want you to touch me." I placed his hands on the smooth skin of my stomach and let him roam, feeling new skin under his tips. My eyes closing under his touch until I felt his hands over my breasts. "Uh," I moaned with a smile. 

Jed pushed himself up and he was sitting, I still in his lap. His lips came close to my collarbone, hardly touching as kissed the area where skin met fabric. His fingertips ran up my back and stopped on the straps of my bra. He pulled down lightly as I brought my shoulders inward. 

I pulled my arms free and then his lips continued to kiss me as I felt the clasp to my bra break free. He tugged the fabric away and dropped it to the floor. 

"You're beautiful," he said up to me. 

I smiled as he ran a thumb along my nipple, gasping in surprise I breathe, "I never want you to stop." 

"Good, I wasn't planning on stopping," his lips trembling against my skin. 

I hope you enjoyed! Please comment, like, and favorite! Not my favorite but it will do! 

Much love, Morgan xx

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