Fix You (Zayn Malik)

I'll always have to fend for myself, but I never wanted it to come to this. Making such a major change. I never thought of the day I would be the one begging for money, trying to find somewhere I belong. But why all of a sudden does he even care? Why can't he just treat me like everyone else... like an object? -Melody

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6. Chapter 5

Melody

  I walk down the street, holding the jean jacket Zayn gave me close to my body. I actually feel bad for taking it, but he wouldn't let me give it back. I didn't really want to see him again, I still feel like he's trying to trick me. I just don't know what made me say yes. I guess the curiosity of it. I don't know. He's just so... I can't even explain it. 

   He seems different, not like any other guy out there. He could be the cops, but he didn't act like it. So maybe he's just another boy in the world. I shake my head and walk towards the park. I needed to clear my head about everything.

     I walk over and take a seat on the nice little swing in the middle of the park. People were walking around, couples holding hands, children running around laughing, groups of teenagers laughing to themselves. Normal everyday Bradford. Again I find myself thinking what if. What if I could be normal like them? What if I could be carefree and not have to worry about when I'll have my next meal? What if I could just be me? 

   The day went on, and I still stayed on the swing. Swinging back and forth as the wind went through my hair seemed to relax me. It was a nice feeling. When the swing was in the air, I felt like I was on top of the world, like nothing could hurt me. But once the swing stopped, I was once again stuck in the realm of reality. I notice that the sun was going down. That means time to go back "home". 

  I climb off the swing and make my way back through the park. I start walking down the sidewalks, towards the safety that is my alley. Once there I crawl inside my box. I was far to tired to work tonight. As much as I need the money, my body just was able to do the commands any of my takers asked for. I'm to weak. I need to rest, and I know this will come back and bite me in the end. But I can't do anything. He might get mad at me, but that's a risk I'm going to have to take. Hopefully he won't be able to find me if I'm not there. He'll know that I skipped out on tonight. He'll know that I didn't give him half of my earnings from before. I'm already in trouble, so I might as well take off. What else could possibly be worse then what is to come.

 
Zayn

  Now home, I lay on the couch next to my mum. She has been asking me why I'm so smiley all day since I got back. I have yet to tell her about Melody. I mean, what is there to say? 'Oh mum by the way, I met this girl on the street today. I found her in an alley and walking around the streets at night'. No. So I've just kept quiet.

 "Zayn, seriously. What happened today?", she asks again. I just shake my head with a smile. "Nothing mum". 

  She doesn't take that, so instead of asking she just stands from the couch. "Fine don't tell your mother". I laugh as she stomps away. Gotta love her. But something was bothering me. Why was Melody in the alley to begin with? She says it's where she thinks, but I don't think so. It seems a little off to me. No girl just sits in an alley to think things out. It's not normal. But I will have time to figure it out. Since I will be seeing her again, luckily on her free will. 

  I find myself actually being excited to see her again. But one thing is for sure, she is defiantly different. Heck, she didn't even know who I was! The boys and I just released our second album, and yet she doesn't know who we are? Doesn't seem likely. I wish I could find out, but time will only tell I guess. 

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