Summer Love (On Hold)

Taylor is a straight-A student and every parents dream. She was the perfect daughter and she had it all. But one thing that lacked in her life was adventure. So when she has a fight with boyfriend of 3 years, Sean Cooper, she's about to meet her knight in shining armor (Zayn Malik) who comes to her aid in more ways than one. With a long holiday ahead, Taylor is fortunate that she can spend it with Zayn and there she will get more than she'd bargained for. It's funny just how much can happen in just two months.


8. Chapter 8.

I turned up at the refuge, washed and wearing a fresh new batch of clothes that dad brought from Hawaii. They're cool and casual. I choose to park beneath some trees so that the car doesn't heat up beneath the sun. The refuge doesn't look half as bad as I'd envisioned it. I mean, it looked alright on the pamphlet but looks can be deceiving. It's in the shabby side of town where there are the homeless and stray kids that play on the streets. I had to dodge two kids who were playing chicken. I had no clue that this side of town even existed.

I walk through the doors and a cherry electronic bell rings to announce my arrival. I slide my glasses onto my head and head up to the counter where some miserable, old lady taps away at her computer. She doesn't even bother to look up when I stand before her.

"Ah..excuse me, I'm here to collect my raffle," I lean down to address her. She doesn't look up.

"Taylor?" she grumbles.

"Yes," I smile, wanting to avoid the awkward situation. She swivels around on her seat and limps over to a cupboard, still avoiding having to look at me. I drum my fingers against the counter-top, choosing this time to take in my surroundings. It's plain and hostile like the inside of a dental room. There's a few irrelevant posters that hang limp. It's not very welcoming but hey, it's not affecting me.

She returns bearing a raffle. I smile as she hands it over but not without giving me a grim inspection.

"Congrats," she mumbles, still looking down, trying to hide behind her reading glasses. I roll my eyes.

"Thanks," I reply. Clutching my winnings, I head for the door. The electronic doorbell chimes as I exit the building. The raffle looks good. I get to my car, unlocking it before placing it onto the back seat. I close the door and lock it before heading back into the building. The miserable lady finally chooses to look up. She's surprised to see that I've come back. In fact, I am too. However, curiosity usually gets better of me.

"Hi again, I was hoping to have a look around the place if that's okay?"

"Are you visiting a relative?" she arches an eyebrow at me.

"Um, no."

"Well then, I can't help you, sorry. Family only," but she doesn't sound sorry at all. I sigh.

"Right. Um.." I try to think up some other excuse. It's not long before one comes to me.

"Oh! Yes, I'm here for Margaret. Yeah, she's a family friend and I need to see her for something important," I try my best to look convincing. She ain't gonna buy that! You changed your story!

"Go through that door and to your right down the hallway is her office," she grumbles, adjusting her glasses. I'm surprised at how easily she was fooled.

"Thank you," I leave her company and walk through the door where I find myself in a narrow, dimly-lit passage. Sure enough, there's Margaret's office to my right. I peek through at the reception and see that the lady is staring at me, grimly. I give her a small wave and head to the door of her office.

Knowing that she's probably keeping an eye on me, I look down the other side of the hallway and crouching down, I move slowly past the door that opens up to the reception. Once I'm in the clear, I get back up and walk down. It's dull and lifeless. Rooms are on either side of me but they have thick, glass windows so that I can't see through and they most likely can't see me. I peer around casually around to see if I'm being followed.

I can hear discussion so I stop at one of the rooms and find that it's an eating room. The window is wide and I can see through it. I look in, careful to try and hide myself. There's a group of women seated at one of the tables, chatting animatedly about something. I can hear them quite clearly. But that's not what catches my attention. What catches my attention is a hunched over figure seated away from anyone else. She wears nothing but black and her face is covered. She's picking through her food. But then, she stops.

I wait for her next move, curious as to who she is. I realize that I'm busting to use the toilet. I look around and spot one down the hallway. I make way for it, crouching down so that I can't be seen or spotted.


Drying my hands, I'm surprised that I haven't been caught yet. I open the door and walk out. I look up and see Zayn walk into the eating room, wearing a different set of clothes. He looks more youthful but anxious around the eyes. I halt in my tracks, retreating behind a wall. I watch as he goes in as I stare after him.

I'm confused. Why is he here? And then, it clicks. Oh Em Gee. He must be visiting his mum.


I tip toe out and crouching down, move slowly back over to the other side of the window before getting back up. I sneak a peek as I watch him sitting in front of his mum. He's grasping her hand and saying something to her but I can't hear. She shakes her head and pulls her hand back. The other ladies gawk at him before settling for giggles. It's obvious that they know him because they all wave rather enthusiastically. He smiles politely before turning his attention back to the lady. They're old enough to be his mum. So, he has an effect on them as well...

I'm quietly observing when she turns around and looks straight at me. I still like a deer caught in the headlights. She's the same lady who I thought were Zayn's mum. She glares at me and then, stands up, abruptly. Everyone turns to look at her, not deterred the slightest.

"What's wrong, mum?" Zayn looks confusingly at her, loud enough for me to hear. All of them follow her gaze and that's when I choose to run. I bolt for the door and fling it open. The reception lady looks at me, bewildered.

"I forgot to turn off the stove!" I joke, desperate to get out of there.  She mumbles something incoherently as I run outside and towards my car. Did Zayn see my car? I hope not. I unlock it quickly and jump in. Fiddling about with my front mirror, I see that no one has come out of the building yet.

I waste no time in starting the car before shooting forward towards the exit. My heart is racing and my hands are clammy with sweat. I take another look and see Zayn walk out, looking around wildly. I turn down the street and out of view. My breathing is rapid as I head back into town. How's that for an adrenaline rush?


I head back into town with a satisfying feeling. So that was Zayn's mum? But how did she know I was there? Was it some sort of psychic thing? Zayn hasn't texted me yet about the party yet but I shouldn't be worrying about that until tonight if he doesn't. Should I text him anyway? Yeah, maybe I should.

I park along the curb, right by the movies and pull out my phone. Scrolling down to Zayn, I send him a quick message:

*Hey, just wondering what I should wear for tonight? ;)*

Seems simple enough. I decide to hop out and check the screening times whilst I'm here, seeing as there is no harm. That is, until Morgan shows up with her face set into a permanent scowl. I step back in surprise and if not, in amusement.

"Taylor," she slithers in her usual pedo voice, her hands on her hips.

"Oh hey Morgan, how lovely it is to see you," I reply, sweetly. oozing sarcasm. She rolls her eyes.

"So, how's things?" she sounds suspicious. I think I know where she's taking this.

"Oh, you know, great as usual. And you?"

"Just great. Anyway, how's Matt? You caught up with him?" she sounds irritated. She mustn't have heard of his disappearance then...

"Oh, he's great. Really great. Why is that, Morgan?" I lie.

"Hmm, you tell me."

"What do you want me to tell you? I told you how he was. Or maybe, you should ask him yourself," she's momentarily confused but is quick to return. I'm enjoying this, thoroughly.

"You know, I would but his phone must be turned off. So, I was wondering if you'd seen him around," her tone is a tiny bit softer but she's holding up well, staunch and all.


"Okay. Well, I must be on my way so if you will excuse me," she marches past, shoving me in the shoulder. I smirk at her retreating figure, waiting until she's a fair distance away.

"Your right boob is smaller than your left!" I scream out, grinning from ear-to-ear but mentally gagging at having to see that. She swivels around, puzzled.

"Your photos? Yeah, they're crooked. And your tattoo that you got just above your lady bits? That's one of the reasons why Matt ditched your ass!" she gasps before glaring at me. Her face is the same color as my car.

"What?! It was you? But how?" she's dumbfounded. I mirror the same look that she wore when she told me that Sean cheated on me with her. She points an accusatory finger straight at me.

"You bitch!" she screams. I quickly flick her the finger before rushing to the car and jumping in. She runs after me, fuming. I toot the horn, roll down my window and poke my head out.

"Suck on that, bitch!" I laugh before pulling into the traffic and leaving her to stew in her own self-pity.


I get back home after popping in to see Erin. I told her what me and Matt had done to Morgan and the episode that she had this morning. We cracked up for ages about that. We had a bit of a chat about Matt and what happened at the party. She was glad that I stopped by and I promised her that I'll get in contact soon. I pull out my phone and try calling Matt but I get to voicemail. He probably doesn't wanna talk to me and to be honest, neither do I after what happened. I choose to leave a message anyway:

'Hey Matt, it's Taylor. Look, you need to get in contact and tell me where you are. You parents are worried and so are everyone else. Don't be a dick, Matt. You're not doing anyone any favors. Bye.'

I press 'end' before flicking through my messages. There's one from Zayn:

*Just chatting with my tattoo guy. Wear whatever but not anything too revealing*

I text back:

*Why's that? and I thought you said that I shouldn't involve myself with your mates?*

Five minutes later:

*I don't want anyone else seeing what's mine. And you will see tonight why you shouldn't*

He doesn't send me a smiley face or anything. Hmm, what's up with him? And why is he so possessive? Well, a lot of guys do do that, Sean included. I pocket my phone and get going with some afternoon dinner. All this fuss has made me work up quite an appetite.


I hear dad walk in, closing the door behind him. I'm in my room, applying a little mascara to my lashes. I'm wearing a black blazer with the white cuffs, my Marilyn Monroe top, my high-waisted stripy shorts and my white converses. I ruffle my hair about before leaning back to take a look at myself. Good enough.

I walk out where dad is rummaging through the fridge for something to eat. He arches an eyebrow when he sees me.

"Hey dad," I give him a kiss. He gives me an awkward one arm hug, kissing me on the cheek.

"Hey babe. You going out?"

"Um, yeah. Just gonna go stay out at a friends," I rock on my heels back and forth. Dad's not as strict as mum is.

"What friend?"

"Erin. Yeah, I haven't caught up with her in awhile so it would be good to do so."

"Why doesn't she just come here?" he's trying his best not to sound annoyed. I roll my eyes.

"Dad, I'm seventeen years of age! How many times do I have to repeat myself? Do you have trust issues or..I don't know. Why can't you trust me?" I whine. He shakes his head.

"Because I don't want you doing what I did 23 years ago," he's exasperated. Oh, this is news. Usually, it would just be 'here or nothing'. No explanation whatsoever. I'm curious.

"What did you do, dad?"

"I went out to parties and all that wild stuff. I've done drugs and I used to be an alcoholic. I was always up to no good and I was even kicked out from 2 schools. But all that changed when I met your mother. She gave me a purpose and got me back on track.

"Then there was this girl that I'd had a fling with. She was very pretty and innocent. You have to understand that I was only a teen and so I had needs. I was a naughty boy and took advantage of girls. Anyway, she got in contact one day and I found out that she was pregnant. Your mum was too so all this was a blow to me. We were only young. She wanted to know what to do with it and asked if we should be together. But I couldn't do that to your mum. I explained to her and that was the last time that we talked," he frowns, most likely from the guilt.

"Wow dad. Does mum know about this?" maybe she'd know the other lady. He shakes his head.

"No and don't tell her. She would never forgive me."

"But surely she would. It's in the past now," I shrug. He sighs.

"Because she was mum's best friend."


I lean back, bemused. Well, this is news!

"Well, do you know what happened with the baby? Did she end up keeping the baby?" dad is thrown by my question. He gives it some thought.

"Well, I ain't sure. Maybe or I don't know," he gulps. I smile.

"So I may have another sibling?" I'm suddenly excited and overwhelmed by this news. I've always wanted another sister or brother. He shrugs, trying for nonchalance but he looks panicked.

"Aah..well maybe. Look, just go to your friends or whatever," he doesn't want to be on this topic anymore. I would push it but instead, use this to my advantage. I lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks dad. See you later," I squeeze his shoulder. I'm about to leave when he holds me back.

"Are you getting picked up?"

"Yeah," I lie, smoothly. He sighs, resigned.

"Alright, have fun," he let's go of the issue just like that, without putting up as much of a fuss.

"Bye dad," I wave and head out the door. The night is cool and slightly misty. I flick Zayn a text:

*Hey, I'm outside. I'm just gonna wait over by the tree x*

He said that he'd meet me there. His texts are short and cut straight to the point. I wonder what's eating him? I walk around the corner to wait beneath the cherry blossom tree. My phone vibrates and I pull it out, eagerly:

*B there soon. Can't wait 2 c u*

I wanna melt. Finally! I get some response. He won't realize just how much that text means to me. I light up from the inside. I look around as a car rides past. There's a ruffle behind me so I turn around but there's nothing. I can't see much so it's useless. It's been 5 minutes since he last sent that text. It's eerily quiet until I hear someone cough. Two hands grasp my shoulders and spins me around. I jump at the contact. It's Matt.

"Matt!? What are you doing here? Where have you been?" I say, exasperated. He looks clean and has a different set of clothes on. Although, it's nice to see that he's okay, he's approached me at the wrong time.

"Hey Taylor. I got your voicemail. I must say, it was quite humorous," he slurs, his movements lazy.

"Are you drunk?" I ask, screwing up my face. He laughs.

"Maybe. However, that is not why I came here to talk to you about," he leans in closer so that I can smell the alcohol on him. I lean back, holding my hands out in front of me.

"How'd you find me?"

"I was watching you, cutie," he winks. I start to feel uncomfortable, ready to run if needed.

"Look, I don't have time to hang around and talk. I'm waiting for someone," I take a quick look around but I can't see Zayn anywhere. He frowns.

"So, you're waiting for him? That other guy?" he's irritated and if not, a tad pissed. I shake my head, warily.

"Look, you need to skidaddle or you're gonna get your butt kicked and as a friend, I can't let that happen to you."

"Pfft, I can beat the shit out of him."

"Yeah, stop kidding yourself. Anyway, your parents are worried about you. You need to go home, Matt. You're old enough to take care of yourself. I'll text them now," I pull out my phone. He grabs my wrist and yanks me towards him. He's staring at me with the same look that he wore before we kissed that other night. Oh no, I know where this is gonna go..

"I like you, Taylor. I want to do so much dirty stuff to you. You make me so..freaking horny," he pulls my wrist down so that it brushes against his crotch. It's rising beneath my hand as I hastily pull it away.

"Matt, don't do this. Look, you need to go home. I'll call you a taxi. We can talk about this later," I try to let him down as softly as possible. He shakes his head before pulling me against him, his face only inches away from mine.

"Don't deny what you feel. Forget about that other guy. Just let me do this," he leans in to kiss me. I scrunch up my eyes as I turn my face away.

"Matt.." I growl and then, a car beeps it's horn. We both look up and I'm relieved to see Zayn in the drivers seat. And boy, is he furious.

"Zayn," I breathe, pulling myself away from Matt and running over. Zayn gets out and storms over to Matt, completely ignoring me. This ain't good.. I turn to see Matt's eyes widen in horror, holding up his hands as he takes a step back.

"Hey there. I wasn't.." he mumbles but Zayn just ignores him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and holding him up with surprising strength. I gasp at the horrid situation.

"Don't hurt me. I mean no trouble man," Matt cringes. I can only see the back of Zayn's head so I don't know what his facial expression is. But guessing from Matt's reaction, it's not good.

"I told you before but you keep running back. Did I not make it clear enough for you the first time? Because right now, I'm furious," he whispers and then punches Matt straight in the face.  He slumps to the ground, clutching his face . Zayn lands a swift kick in his ribs, letting out a wheeze from Matt. Zayn bends down, grabs the collar of his shirt and throws another punch.

"Is this a fucking lesson learnt, cunt?" he yells.

"Yes," Matt whimpers.

"Zayn! Stop! That's enough," I finally find my voice and run over to try and pull Zayn away. He drops his fist and let's go, reluctantly.

"So I suggest you take my advice or next time you won't be so lucky," he advises, tense. I tug on his arm, mentally begging for him to look at me. He does after awhile. Matt's still coughing on the ground, rolling in agony. I refuse to look at him, feeling ashamed.

"Zayn, let's just go," I beg, my eyes watering. He visibly relaxes.

"Don't cry," he reaches over to wipe a stray tear from my cheek. His voice is sincere as he gazes deeply into my eyes. It makes me want to cry even more.

"Come, let's go baby," he murmurs, taking my hand and planting a soft kiss on it. It's more than welcome. I extend my hand to caress his cheek and he leans into it, closing his eyes briefly. When they open back up, they burn bright.

"After you," he smiles and I forget just for this once about all that's happened in these past two weeks. What a crazy two weeks this has been..

"Could we please take Matt home? His parents are worried and I need to get him back. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if we left him here," I beg, trying for the puppy-eyed effect. He shakes his head, surprised by my request and if not, a tad irritated.

"He's a grown man, Taylor. He can take care of himself."

"Zayn, don't be like-"

"I'm not having one of your many admirers sitting under the same roof as me and that's it," his voice is stern. I sigh.

"Alright. Well, let me check to see if he's okay," and I let go to attend to Matt before Zayn can stop me. I crouch down to his level.

"You okay?" I ask the most stupidest of questions. He looks at me like I'm absurd.

"Do you think I'm okay?" he wheezes. I frown.

"I'll call for a taxi to take you home. Please, do as you're told," I beg, my tone softer. He nods.

"Thank you," I lightly squeeze his shoulder before getting back up. Zayn looks at me, intently.

"C'mon," I tug on his hand and pull him towards the car. He follows, not putting up a fight. I don't want to look back at Matt. He's caused enough trouble as it is.

We get into the car, shutting the door softly behind me. Matt hides in the shadows so I can see his silhouette. Zayn hops in, smiling at me.

"You look so beautiful," he runs his hand down the side of my face. I shiver at his touch.

"You look good, too," I murmur. He drops his hand before returning it back to the wheel. The car smells of Zayn. I love it. I decide to text Sam and Matt's parents that he's okay and that he will be home. I then call a cab and tell them where to pick up Matt before turning off my phone so that it doesn't disturb me. Zayn's quiet the whole time and I'm grateful. What a start.


We pull up at some half-decent house where a group of people are all hanging outside bearing red cups. A small gathering of people half-hidden in the shadows are laughing to themselves, passing around a joint. I'm nervous, due to the fact that this isn't my type of crowd. Zayn grabs my hand and kisses it, softly.

"You ready?" he's grinning, awaiting my answer. I nod, laughing quietly to myself.

"Yep," I chirp up. He winks before hopping out of the car. I follow lead, shutting the door behind me. The night is cool as ever. I walk around the car to join Zayn, sliding my arm into his.


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