My Boys

When Tara was little, she had a best friend but then had to move away. She found a new best friend but once again had to move. She found another best friend but was forced to move. Once again, she finds a new best friend and then has to move. This best friend, gets Tara into a bit of trouble with her parents. So once again she has to move. Each of her best friends gave her a present before leaving and she always kept them. When Tara starts out at a brand new school and makes plenty of friends, everything goes well. That is until the fist day of high school when she sees people she never thought see would ever see again. Will that all become best friends? Will anyone of them fall for Tara?


21. Mistake

~Tara's POV~

I wake up Sunday morning to the sun shining in my eyes. I painfully roll over and fall back asleep. I wake up again at 10 AM and have a MAJOR headache. Painfully and slowly I get up and make my way to the bathroom. I take a couple advil and then hop in the shower. I feel a bit better after the shower and go get something to eat.

As I finish my cereal, Derek comes walking in and memories of last night come flooding back. I rinse out my bowl and quickly make my way to my room. I grab my phone and call Zayn to tell him I'm coming over and spending the night. Then I start throwing some of my things into a bag. When I go back downstairs, none of my brothers are in sight. I leave a note saying I'm staying with a friend and then walk out the door and to Zayn's. As I walk, everything from last night keeps playing in my head and I break out into tears.

~Zayn's POV~

I woke up this morning to the sound of my phone going off. I pick it up and see that it's Tara so I answer. "Morning." "Zayn?" "Yeah. What's up?" "I'm coming over and I'm spending the night." "Is everything ok?" "I'll tell you when I see you." "Ok. See you in a bit." "Bye."

Now I'm worried. Tara didn't sound like herself. Something must have happened last night or this morning. If Derek did anything to her, I'm gonna kill him.

~Tara's POV~

Once I turn onto Zayn's street, I stop and wipe my tears. I get to the front door and knock. A few seconds later, the door is opened by Zayn. Once I look at his face, I break down crying again. He pulls me inside and closes the door. Then he wraps me in a hug and rubs my back. "Shhhh. Deep breaths Tara. Just calm down." Once I've calmed down a bit, he leads me to the couch and sits me down before going into the kitchen. A minute later, he comes back with two mugs of hot chocolate and hands one to me.

"Thanks." I say in a whisper. He nods his head and sips his own while waiting for me to begin. "I'm so stupid Zayn. I should've backed out when I had the chance." "What do you mean Tara? Back out from what?" "Derek. He found out about me sneaking out and getting drunk. He threatened to tell on me unless I did as he said." "Oh no. What'd he do?" "I had to pretend to be his girlfriend. We went out Friday with his friends and everything was fine. Then again last night but...things were...different." I tell Zayn. "Different how?" He asks. I shake my head as tears start to form. "Please tell me?" I nod my head and take a few deep breaths.

"I got super drunk. He was drunk too. We were upstairs alone." "Oh no." I hear Zayn mumble. "He...and I...I-I-I...lost my virginity." " Oh Tara." Zayn says. He takes my mug and sets in on the table before wrapping me into a hug as he can see the tears in my eyes and I start crying again. He keeps rubbing my back and whispering words into my ear to get me to calm down. I can feel the anger in Zayn but he holds it in for me. After a while of crying and just being held by my best friend, I finally calm down. Zayn and I pull out of the hug and he looks directly at me.

"Feel better?" "A bit." "You hungry?" I shrug my shoulders not really wanting to eat anything. "I know what'll help." Zayn says and smiles. "Strawberries and whip cream." I perk up at those words and nod my head. Zayn goes into the kitchen and I grab the TV remote and find something to watch. He comes back in with two bowls of strawberries and the can of whip cream. I take my bowl and the whip cream from him. I make a huge pile of whip cream and then hand the can to Zayn who gives me a funny look. "Sorry. This is my favorite comfort food." He nods and we just sit there eating strawberries and watching TV.

We spend the whole day either watching TV or playing video games. I start to get sleepy so I change into my pajamas and head back to the couch. "What do you think you're doing?" "Um, going to sleep." "Not on the couch." "Then where?" "You can stay in the guest room. It's much comfier than the couch." I nod my head and Zayn shows me to the room. He kisses my forehead and says, "Goodnight Tara." "Night Zayn." He gets to the doorway and before he leaves, I say, "Zayn?" "Yes." "Thanks for letting me stay here." "Anytime." He says and goes to his own room. I turn the light off and snuggle underneath the covers and fall right to sleep.

~Zayn's POV~

When Tara arrived and told me what happened with Derek, I was furious. I can't believe he would take advantage of Tara like that. He's going to pay. I don't know how but he will.

I keep Tara and I entertained the whole afternoon so neither one of us will continue thinking about Derek and what he did. I notice Tara getting tired. She changes clothes and then comes back downstairs. I can tell she thinks she'll be sleeping on the couch but I can't let her do that. Especially after the day she's had, she needs to be comfortable. I tell her she can sleep in the guest room and then lead her there. Right before I start to leave the room, I kiss her on the forehead in a friendly way and say, "Goodnight Tara." "Night Zayn." When I get to the door way, Tara says, "Zayn?" "Yes." "Thanks for letting me stay here." "Anytime." I say and go to my own room.

I change clothes and settle down into my own bed. Memories of today flash through my mind. I will do anything to keep Tara safe. She's my best friend.

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