That Alabama Girl

Brooke Woods ran away from her Alabamian family at the age of only fifteen, moving to Bradford, England. She hadn't had friends,a love life, or hapiness for years. At school, the one and only Zayn Malik leads her on, only to bully her and break her heart; Brooke letting go of all trust she'd ever had for anyone. But when Zayn and Brooke meet again, will he just lead her on again? Secrets are revealed, tears are shed, relationships are built up. But will this Alabama girl ever trust him again?


3. "...What did I do?"

After Brooke's work shift, as she was walking home, Zayn called her. She groaned, but answered anyways.

"Hello?" Brooke says, with a hint of annoyance.

"Hey babe, it's Zayn."

"What did  I tell you about calling me babe?"

"Sorry. Babe." Brooke could feel his smirk through the phone.

"What do you want?"

"You agreed to go on to dinner with me."

"I'm aware of that, sadly."

"Anyways, where would you like to go?"

"Nando's; I haven't eaten there in forever."

"Sure. I can pick you up whenever you're ready."

"Gimme an hour."

"Okay; just text me where you live."


"Bye, love."

"Don't call me 'love'." Brooke muttered, ending the call, then sending Zayn the address.

When she arrived home, she took a shower and brushed her teeth quickly. Kelly wasn't home so she went straight into her room with only a robe on with underwear under it, but not very carefully; as she was a bit excited to go on the date with Zayn. She slipped on the hardwood floor, and was still concious, but just barely. Brooke felt the back of her head and felt blood. Great, just effing great, she thought. After half an hour of lying on the cold floor, somebody knocked on her door. Brooke knew it was Zayn, and wanted to answer, but she couldn't think straight, let alone stand.

After five minutes of extremly long and annoying minutes of Zayn knocking, he finnally stepped inside.

"Brooke? Babe, are you home?" Zayn heard her moan, and frantically ran around her small home, finding her upstairs- in only a robe.

"Oh my god, are you alright?!" Zayn asked, picking Brooke up carefully bridal style and putting her down on the bed.

"Uhmm, I guess?" Brooke said, but it sounded more like a question. Zayn sighed and got a wet washcloth, pressing it to the back of her head. "Ouch." Brooke muttered; Zayn had put hydrogen peroxcide on it.

Zayn kissed the back of her head. "Zayn!" Brooke grumbled, making Zayn chuckle a bit. He gave her a glass of water afterwards, and she was better enough to stand after he bandaged her head.

"So.. You need to get dressed; that is if you're still up for dinner." Zayn said. "Okay, go away so I can."

Zayn sent her a cheeky grin and left the room, leaving her to get dressed.

Brooke pulled on a flowy white shirt with the words, 'BELEIVE' written on it, black skinny jeans, a blue jean jacket, her ripped converse, and a ring she'd had for years. Abut a month into school, she found a ring in a note in her locker. The ring had the words 'Believe in yourself' engraved in it, with a little black heart next to it. The note didn't say much. It just read:

'Keep holding on. I'm sorry. xx'

Nothing else. She had always wanted to know who wrote it. Never found out.

Brooke combed through her naturally curly hair, and stepped out of her room, into the the parlor where she found Zayn.

"Wow." Zayn said. "Not so ugly now, am I?" Brooke muttered under her breath, but somehow Zayn heard her. "You never were." he whispered into her hair, sending butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.

She blushed, and he lead the way to his black Range Rover. Zayn opened the door for her, and Brooke thanked him quietly.

Brooke would never admit it, but before Zayn had treated her horribly, she had a large crush on him. A huge crush. Brooke was estatic when Zayn asked her to the dance. Zayn felt horrible he had lead her on, but Alex actually threatened to hurt her.

Zayn would admit to always having a crush on Brooke. That's why Alex threatened her.

After a long and awkward car ride, the two arrived at Nando's. After they ordered, they began to talk.

"Why didn't you ever stop them?" Brooke asked glumly.

"Stop who?" "Alex! Tyler! That blonde chick!"

"Oh.." Zayn said. He couldn't tell her about the threat- yet. It would lead to him telling her he haid feelings for her. Zayn didn't want that.

"Can I tell you..... when we're closer?" Zayn says, picking his words wisely.

"Who said we're gonna meet again?" Brooke says, her accent ringing through Zayn's ears. But even Brooke couldn't hold back a smile, and they both ended up laugh hysterically for five minutes.

"Okay, tell me later." Brooke smiles, pushing a curl behind her ear. They chat about why Zayn is visiting and all that, until their food comes and they begin to eat.

"You never told me about me being drunk... what did I do?" Zayn asks, not thinking. Brooke stares at him blankly, the memory flooding back to her.

"Hey baby." Zayn says, creeping near her outside the bar. "Go away, Zayn." He chuckles, and steps toward her. She steps back. This goes on over and over again, until finnally Brooke is pressed up against the wall in an alleyway. "L-leave me alone!" Brooke stammers, scared. Zayn laughs. "I only want a little fun." Brooke can smell the alcohol on his breath. Tears began to stream down her face. Brooke always cries when she is scared. "Shh, shh, baby. It's alright. Like I said, only a little fun." Suddenly, Zayn softly prresses lips against hers. She kisses her crush back. Zayn picks her up, her legs wrrapped around his waist. He bit her bottom lip, teasing her. Brooke smiles against his lips- until she realizes he's using her. Zayn is just drunk. Brooke pulled away, frightened. "Brooke! Don't stop until I tell you you can!" Zayn says, slapping Brooke across her face. The tears fall down faster. "Stop." Brooke commands in a mere whisper. "Fun." Zayn repeats in a whisper in her ear, and kisses her neck gently. But then he starts to plant lovebites on her. It feels nice and playful at first, but then he bites down harder. Then harder. Until Brooke can't handle it anymore. "Stop!" Brooke says. That didn't work. "STOP!" She screams, unwrapping her legs from his waist. He does, but only to grasp her wrists hard, so she won't run away. "Zayn." She says sternly, and he finds himself. Zayn looks at her face, and lets go of her wrist, placing his hands softly on her face. Brooke cringes, thinking he's about to choke her. But instead, he moves his thumbs accross her face, wiping her tears away. "I'm sorry." Zayn says, running off. Brooke slides down the wall, sitting with her head in her arms that rest on her knees. She sobs in fright for a very long time, until she bites her bottom lip and rushes home.

Brooke bites her bottom lip and stares at Zayn in disbelief, as if he didn't really know what he did. How could he not remember...

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