Summer Love?

Emily has gone to Barbados for the Summer to try and heal herself. After a few nights she meets Zayn Malik on the beach. What happens when a summer love blossoms and they don't want to leave each other? Will it be an all good romance or will mistakes and regrets get in the way? What direction is this passion fueled relationship headed in? Because after all summer loves are never meant to last...

Some sex scenes


17. Surprise

Emily's p.o.v

*2 weeks later*

I was sitting on the floor in one of Zayn's t-shirts crying. He was in Europe doing promo with the boys and I was here by myself. He left a week ago and that's when I started. I read what people said about me and I cut. I couldn't help it, it made me feel good and it was my only escape. I dragged the knife across my wrist again, crying in the process. Suddenly my phone started to ring. I lifted my phone from the ground beside me and saw Zayn's face on the screen. I took a deep breath and answered because I didn't want him to know I was crying.

Zayn's p.o.v

"Hi," she said. "Hey babe. Can I face time you?" "Yeah, just wait 10 minutes cause i've got to do something." "Ok. Bye." "Bye." I hung up and waited.

Emily's p.o.v

I ran to the bathroom and put my wrists under the water. I dried them with a towel and put on one of Zayn's jackets that was laying on the ground. I went into face time and Zayn popped up on my screen. "Hi babe," he said. "Hi." "Are you ok? Were you crying?" "I'm fine. No." This was a complete lie but I didn't want him to know the truth.

Zayn's p.o.v

*3 days later*

I was coming home early, Emily didn't know and I wanted to surprise her. I walked up to our front door and pulled the handle down. It was locked so I took out my key and opened it. I looked in all the rooms downstairs but she wasn't there. I quietly walked upstairs and our bedroom door was open. I looked in without her seeing me and there she was on the floor crying with a knife beside her. As soon as I saw this I walked in. "Emily what are you doing?" She turned her head and looked at me. "Nothing," she replied and lifted the knife away. I crouched beside her and grabbed her hands. As soon as I saw her fresh cuts and scars I pulled her into me. "Why?" "They said things and they're right." "Who?" "Your fans." "Show me." I took her to the bathroom first and cleaned her up then got her to log in to twitter to show me what my 'fans' said. She turned the laptop towards me and I read: Your baby realized what a bad mum it had and killed itself to get away from you.

Another one said: You probably weren't even pregnant and just using Zayn for fame.

I scrolled down and saw the worst of them all: Go die in a hole. You don't deserve Zayn. He doesn't even love you. I'm so glad you lost that baby cause it would have been ugly like you.

I slammed the laptop down and pulled her in for a hug. She cried uncontrollably into my chest and I held in my anger for now but I knew it was gonna boil over soon enough. No one says anything like that to my girl and gets away with it.


<I'll throw away my faith babe just to keep you safe, don't you know you're everything I have>

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