A Promise to Keep

Katrina Grande gets her heart broken. Again. After that experience, she promised herself that she wouldn't falls in love again and gives up on men. She has a past that barely anyone knows, and she doesn't trust people very easily. But then she runs into the one and only, Zayn Malik. She's not even a fan of One Direction. Katrina doesn't want to break her promise, ever. Besides, why would Zayn even comes near her? She's just a average (actually very crazy) girl. Will she let Zayn Malik in her life and get swept off her feet or keep her promise forver?

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16. A new friend

A/N: So for this chapter I decided to use Katrina's point of view because I just thought of a sweet, yet sad idea. But I'm pretty sure it will be Zayn's view in the next chapter.

And even though I didn't get any answers yet for the last question, I'm still going to ask again: What's your favorite type of cookie?

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Katrina's POV

I started up Bluebelle, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. Stupid fans. Sure they support the boys, but they can't support them if they are torturing all the people they hang out with. And then it hit me that I have to start my college classes soon. And then I have to pay the bills and get groceries.

Groceries! I forgot. We're going to starve. Oops. Might as well go now and be broke for a week. Looks like I'll have to use the credit card. I hate owing the bank money or anybody in that matter.

I got out the parking lot and decided to go to Walmart. Yes, Walmart. It's the only nearest place I can think of. I drove for down the road and turned into Walmart. It's convienient that Walmart is less than 10 minutes away.

I found a close parking spot and got out. Food shopping time.

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After about an hour, I finally walked out the store with handfuls of bags. It took me awhile to decide whether or not I wanted Oreos or chocolate chip cookies. Naturally, I went for Oreos because it's my favorite.

I stored the bags in the trunk of the car and soon I was navigating my way out of the parking lot. I decided to take the back roads since there would be alot of traffic and I needed to think.

I sighed and started driving down the deserted street.

All of a sudden, a flash of black and white ran in front of my car and onto the other side of the road. I immediatly applied the brake, almost knocking my head on the steering wheel in the process. I parked on the side of the road and got out. My eyes started searching for the animal—most likely a dog or cat—on the other sides of the road.

I jogged to the other side of the road and started lowly whistling. The animal that ran in front of the car was too big to be a cat, so most likely it's a dog.

"Come here doggy. Where are you?" I pleaded under my breath. I had to find that dog before anyone else can hurt it.

Suddenly, I see a mix of black and white lying under a bush near a house. Hopefully I won't get charged for trespassing. Then I realized that I didn't even have a leash or even a rope to hold the dog.

"C'mon sweety. I'm not going to hurt you," I said as gently as I can. The dog peeked out from under the bush and started slowly creeping towards me. I stilled, waiting for it to come closer. I didn't know whether or not if it was a girl or boy, so I just decided to call it he/she until I could get a closer look.

The dog looked scared and uncertain. He/she was skinny and looked dehydrated, probably even had fleas. Poor baby.

I bent over slowly to he/she. He/she whimpered a bit and run straight into my arms, shaking. He/she looked at me with eyes full of sadness and trust. I'm amazed that he/she already trusted me, considering that I almost ran he/she over.

I gently pat the dog's head, whispering sweet things into its ear.

"C'mon sweety, let's get you out of here. I'm going to take care of you. But my house is a bit too far. Maybe... I should stop at a friend's place."

I picked up he/she as gently as I could, as carried he/she to my car. I found some blankets in the back of the car and made a bed/nest for he/she in the front seat. I jogged to the drivers' side of the car and started driving towards Zayn's place. He was the closest and he/she needed some energy after his/her run throught the streets.

"You're going to be alright. Don't worry. You'll be safe with me."

I took out my phone and called Zayn and put it on speaker and continued driving.

Zayn answered on the third ring. "Hello? Katrina? Is something wrong?"

"Zayn? Can I drop by your house for awhile? I kinda sorta have an emergency," I said and glanced down at the dog. He/she couldn't be older than 6 month puppy. I figured he/she is a pitbull. I loved pitbulls and am especially fond of them. They are the world's most misunderstood dog and all they wanted was love and affection. It's not their faults they were bred and raised to fight.

"What kind of emergency? Of course you can come over. I just came home," he answered frantically. His smooth voice was tinted with worry.

"I just found a dog on the street and it looks hungry and dehydrated. I'm not even exaggerating. He/she is bony," I explained. Five more minutes til his house.

"Oh, poor thing. Wait, why did you call it he/she?" He asked questionly. I heard movement in the background like he was setting something up. Hopefully he was.

"Well, I didn't get a good look alright, don't blame me. Ok I'm in the street now. Thanks for helping at the last minute Zayn," I said gratefully. The puppy was really energy starved and I don't think he/she would've lasted any longer.

"No problem. I love dogs. I'll meet you outside," he replied quickly and ended the call. I shut off my phone and glanced at the puppy. He/she's head was hanging of the carseat. The puppy was sad and looked depressed. I felt a stab of sympathy going through me, understanding what the dog was going through. I once went through this before, and I don't want to go through it anymore. Part of a past that I don't want to visit ever again.

I parked the car in Zayn's driveway and got out the car. I went to the other side and opened the door. I heard another door open and saw Zayn come out looking ruffled. He was wearing a plain white t shirt and sweatpants and was walking only in his socks. I liked it when people dressed casual, that's how I always dress.

"Hey Kat," Zayn whispered, trying not to startle the puppy. "Hey," I whispered back gently. "I hope you setted up a place to put he/she. I just wanted the puppy to get some energy before I can take he/she to the vet."

"Yeah, it's in the kitchen. I had an old doggy bed from when Brit, Liam's dog, used to stay here," he said softly and looked at the puppy.

I reached into the car and picked up the bundle as gently as I could. I shut the door behind me with my foot, causing he/she to jump a bit then relax again in my arms.

I walked into Zayn's house with him trailing behind silently. I went straight to the kitchen and placed the dog onto the bed. He/she looked at me once more and started sniffing its surroundings.

"Poor thing. He seems so young, yet so weak," Zayn commented sadly. I glanced up at him to see him gazing at he/she sadly, as if a distant memory.

"It's a he?" I asked curiously.

"Yes. I checked when you were carrying him. How did you find him?"

"I was driving and he ran right in front the car. I got out and searched and found him under a bush and convinced him to come with me," I explained sadly and got up to get a bowl of water for him.

"I'll take him to the vet when he gets a bit more energy and rest. Do you have any food? Leftovers? Anything?" I asked as I set the bowl of water in front of him. He lapped up the water slowly and got up. He drained the bowl and was soon nuzzling the bowl with his nose.

"Yeah, I'll go get it. Sit tight. You should start thinking of any nearby vets."

I sighed and looked at the puppy. He was adorable and handsome. I imagined him as a strong muscled, long-legged pitbull running in a field if he wasn't skinny and dehydrated.

I started to pet his head, crooning sweet things in his ear while I waited for Zayn. The puppy seemed to trust me completely already. He didn't have a collar or anything to identify him, so it looks like he's been a stray his whole life.

"I have some can food here. That's all the puppy food I have. I wasn't exactly stocked up for this kind of thing," Zayn said and looked apologetically at me.

"That's alright. He just needs some energy," I replied and slid the bowl of food near the puppy. I picked up the bowl of water and refilled it and placed it near him. He was eating his food, or it seems like he was swallowing it.

"What are you going to name him?" Zayn asked. He sat on the floor beside me and started to pet the puppy when he was finished eating.

"I dunno. But he's really sweet and adorable and will be a handsome pitbull in the future. He actually remind me of a panda," I randomly replied.

"Panda.... Panda.... Panda. That could be his name. It would be cool to have a name like that," Zayn said and smiled.

I smiled back, still thinking of the name Panda. "You know, that could be his name. He had the look of one. And pandas are one of a kind and very special and eat alot. And he has the opportunity to say racism is stupid. I mean, pandas are black, white, and asian!" I exclaimed and started to grin. I hesitated before I added, "...and he brings me hope. Reminds me of my past, but knows things will get better, just like his condition he's in."

I looked over at Zayn. He was looking very hard at me. He was trying to figure me out, I realized. I expected for him to ask what happened, but instead he said, "Things will get better. Even though the worst things in life are free, it's always worth it in the end."

I smiled at his wisdom. "Yes, they will," I agreed with him.

---------------------------------------------A/N: I loved this chapter. It's sweet, yet sad. It will continue on to the next part, but in Zayn's POV. And also, I decided that when Zayn and Katrina are an official couple, the name would be Kayn. Until next time....

~Shabreal xx

(P.S. I love Oreos! So eat cookies!)
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