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*


6. Toto?

The sun was beaming into my window. It was so bright. I pulled my pillow over my head and tried to fall back asleep, but instead the bedroom door was slammed open. 

"Ugh, go away," I complain.

"Good morning, Leesi!" It was James. Why was he so cheerful?

"Aren't you jet-lagged?" I pull away a corner of the pillow to see his perfect, flawless face. Crafted by his perfect brunette hair, and accessorized by his identical blue eyes like Niall. He had to have at least three cups of coffee in him. 

"Nope," he said cheerfully. "It's two in the afternoon, which means...," he started counting on his fingers the time difference. "It's six a.m. back home." 

"Ugh," I groaned again. "I'm still sleeping."

"Oh no. Today is the day we will heal you of your jet-lag." He sounded like a superhero and I guess this was the original reason I fell for him all those years ago. 

But today, today someone else was starting to make their own path in my mind and it had everything and anything to do with that bad ass Sheeran kid from last night. I had no idea who he was or his supposed famous father, but for some reason he reminded me a lot of well, me. I can't explain it, so instead I let James pull the pillow away.

My eyes squint from the sunlight and he soon hands me a glass of water and two little white pills. One of my eyebrows rise at the pills.

"Aspirin, you need it. Trust me." 

I don't like taking pills, never liked taking medicine, period. I'm not sure why but I always heard of celebrities getting high, especially living in Glendale, California. I lived in a gated community where tons of now and retired celebrities lived and drugs were passed along like water after a marathon. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and hearing ambulance sirens and the flashing red and blue lights reflecting on my wall. 

The next day on the news there would be some headlining story about a celebrity in my community who was now in the hospital from drug overdose, abuse, or suicidal thoughts which occurred due to the hardcore drugs. 

I never wanted any of that to happen to me. Niall never told James and I who he was when he was younger, but I don't think he ever used or abused. Maybe, but it was his past. A past I could probably find out on my own. 

I swallowed the pills and downed the glass of water. I gave James the empty glass and he placed it on the bedside table. 

"Hey, James?" I looked up at him.


"Have you ever wondered about Niall. Like what his past was like?"

He sat down on my bed. "Why?"

"Like why do we live around celebrities?"

"No I never thought about it." 

I gave him a blank stare, "Are you serious? You never even thought about it?"

"Nope," he shrugged. "I don't actually care." 

"Well I want to find out," I got up out of bed and headed to my closet to get fresh clothing. 

"Where are you going to find this information?" I could hear him fall back onto the bed. 

"I brought my laptop, so I'm just going to go to some cafe that has internet. Aren't you coming with?" 

"No, I have a tour of Parliament today," he sounded a little bit too ecstatic. 

"Ugh," I groaned. "Boring." I walked back towards him and made my own little space in between his legs. He sat up and hugged me around my hips. "You're in London," my fingers playing with his too-soft of hair. "Have fun."

"I will after I learn the culture," he smiled up at me. 

I rolled my eyes, "Ugh, James I need to get you out more." 

"Or we can just stay here?" An eyebrow rose and he pulled me just a little bit closer. 

I bent down and right before I was about to touch his lips, I pulled away. "Not today." I smiled at his displeasure. 

"Such a tease," he complained. 

"You'll get used to it," I walked back over to the closet, swinging my hips more than usual. 

In some manner he got up and I soon felt his hands on my waist and his lips gliding along the side of my neck. Catching me completely off guard. My eyes closed, with his soft, gentle touch. I love James, I truly do, but something deep down tells me that I need someone stronger. Someone who can handle me. 

I'm sure James could, but he never could control my over-spending, my over-traveling, my over-partying, my over-everything. He could just watch me come home drunk out of my mind and help me get over my hang over. Just like what he did this morning. 

"James!" His lips immediately left my skin. "James! You're taxi is here!" It was Zayn's voice. 

"I'll be back later," James whispered into my ear. 

I turned around and watched him leave my room. I was quickly alone and I went back to my closet and found the perfect outfit. 

High-rise jean shorts, crop top, boots. It was going to be a good day. After I was ready, my laptop bag swung over my shoulder I headed down the stairs. I pulled my wavy hair to one side as I entered the kitchen. I was wishing it was going to be empty, but even someone like me couldn't be that lucky. 

"Sleep well?" It was Zayn. 

"Very," I leaned against his marble counter top. "Just a little hung over."

"Yea, the worst side effect for anyone. Want some coffee?" He got up from the bar stool and walked over to the coffee maker, pouring himself another cup full.

"No thank you. I'm actually going to head to a cafe, get some sight-seeing in. You know of any place?" 

"Yea there's a nice place in Hampstead. Uh, Ginger and White I believe is the name. Nice place, quiet too...most of the time anyways."

"Most of the time?" 

"Yea, sometimes you get the occasional celebrity walk-in, but other than that it's not too loud." 

"Great," I was hoping not to be disturbed by any celebrities, but something told me that I was already affected. "Can I get a taxi?"

"Yea, I'll call one for you." He picked up his cell phone and with a press of a button he had the taxi company on the other line. "Hi Joe, yea I need another one. This time for the daughter," a smile appeared on his lips. I wasn't sure if I liked the sound of 'daughter' just quite yet. "To Ginger and White. Yea I've already got that handled. Thanks."

He hung up and I looked at him questioningly. "You've got what handled?"

"Nothing," he smiled. "Taxi will be here soon." 

"Zayn, I'm going to Tesco, do you need anything?" A voice rang from another room. A woman's voice. 

A door opened and then closed, followed by a woman with blonde hair walking down the stairs. "Good afternoon," she said to me. 

She walked towards Zayn and he pulled her close, "Winner of X Factor still goes to Tesco?" 

"Of course," she smiled. 

"Whoa, hello, you know I'm here," I smiled awkwardly. 

"Oh," Zayn quickly said and looked towards me. "Leesi this is Perrie, my wife." 

"Wife?" I almost choked on the words. "You never told me you were married." 

"I'm sorry, I guess it just slipped my mind," he was starting to stutter over his words. "I guess I was just too excited for you to be visiting your home."

Guess? Guess? Oh that word was getting to me.

"I guess--," he started again and thankfully I heard a horn of a car outside. 

"Oh, sorry there's my taxi. Nice meeting you Perrie," I smiled at them both before I turned and left the apartment. I walked across the sidewalk and opened the taxi door. 

"Good afternoon, Miss Malik," said the taxi driver.

"Call me Leesi, please," I didn't want him calling me a Malik. Technically I'm a Horan, but I rather have my mother's maiden name. Whatever that may be. 

"Well then good afternoon, Leesi. Ginger and White in Hampstead?"

"Yes," I replied. 

"Very well," he smiled into his rear view mirror at me and I noticed that he was a gray-haired due to the strands sticking out underneath his hat. He had a white mustache, and warming brown eyes. He new my situation, no doubt about it. He knows about my life, he knows I'm staying with Zayn. He knows everything. "Traffic is a little heavy today, so it might take a little longer than usual."

I did feel a little violated but then again maybe Zayn spills everything about me so I can be protected. Protected from what? Who the fuck knows, but I guess he's just looking out for me in a big stranger-like city, I have yet to call a home. 

The taxi pulled away from the curb. "That's alright." 

I leaned back in the nice upholstered seats. These taxis were definitely not like the ones back in Glendale, California.

The car turned on to little streets, we passed markets, landscapes, sculptures. We passed museums, and big buildings that look they've been standing on English soil for hundreds of years. This was all new to me, it all looked old and traditional, but I knew that somewhere London had it's dark zone. The zone where there are no rules, where teenagers live up to the words: young, wild, and free. It was one of my goals to find those underground arenas. A goal I will accomplish. 

I feel like the new kid at a new school in the middle of the school year. No one knows me, and even though I'm anxious to be accepted, I excited to be some where no one knows me. Where I could lie and no one would know any different. 

This was a new city, a new country, a new continent.

And if I had a small dog, I would hold it close and whisper into it's little ears, "Toto, I don't think we're in California anymore."

Hope you enjoyed!!! Please comment, like, and favorite! Thanks for being so patient with me and my fingers! I try and type as fast as my fingers and mind let me!!

Much love and stay forever strong, Morgan xx

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