Swapping My Love

~COMPLETED~Abby has to swap lives with a girl in her class for a month. Abby has no clue about this girl, her name is Waliyha and very private. she hangs around with all the cool kids, Abby doesn't know her at all. Read to find out more.

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19. Peace.

Patricia, like Yaser, uses this moment to bring me into the whole mess.

What do you think Abigail? Do you think Zayn should tell them?

She stops talking to me and turns back to Zayn,

I think you should keep up what you're doing now, if you tell them then the noise will get worse and more people will come! The girls won't be able to go to school at all! Not that they're able to anyways!

Her voice got harder as her point got stronger,

Zayn, we just want two weeks of you to ourselves, we want our son back. You don't realise how hard it is sharing your own son with the world! I see you more on TV than in person!

She left the kitchen, wiping her eyes. Doniya sighs and points to the door,

Zayn! Don't just stand there! Go and comfort her, she misses you alot you know and this whole thing isn't helping at all.

Zayn opens his mouth to argue but closes it quickly when Donn stamps her foot on the cold tiles. He shakes his head as he leaves, Donn's tight-lipped face leaves once Zayn has left. She smiles at me,

So how has your day been?

I smile, we talk for awhile and cook the dinner. Patricia returns moments later with a sad Zayn, maybe she has got him to realise how hard it is for them? Its great from his point of view, millions of girls screaming at him, touring the world, selling out arenas, making fun music videos, having all designer clothes. There's a hundred things about Zayn's life thats amazing. Or amaZayn! I chuckle and shake my head at my cute replacement for amazing. Patricia makes the dinner with us in silence, I'm sent to the living-room to call Yaser for dinner. I return to the kitchen to see everyone seated without Yaser and I. 

After dinner, we all file into the living-room to talk and watch telly. Its nice to gather together as a family in times like these, I take a seat between Zayn and Donn. Donn's eyes scan over Zayn warily while he just sits there staring into space. Doniya gives me a questioning  look, I shrug politely and turn to see whats on TV. Yaser quickly turns the music channel off as One direction comes on with one of their smash hits, everyone takes a side glance at Patricia who is obviously sad about the whole topic. She tries to smile at Zayn but it turns out to wrinkle up her face in sadness. Zayn looks away, clearly not wanting to witness his mum crying about him. I give a supportive glance to Patricia before turning to Donn to talk about handbags.

Everyone leaves the living-room to go their own seperate ways.  

Next Morning: Thursday*

I throw on yesterdays clothes and hop down the stairs two at a time. For some reason, I don't know, I'm really happy today. The paps are still outside but there's not as many, they're really hooked on the idea of Zayn being here aren't they? I shrug, its of no importance to me. I eat my breakfast which consists of cereal and milk and I head to the living-room to find Zayn wallowing in his own depression. He's in the same clothes as yesterday and I know that he never does that. He clearly didn't change his clothes and it looks alot like he stayed on the couch all night. I sit on the couch opposite him and look at him, he won't meet my gaze.

Hey......did you stay the night here?

He shrugs,

I dunno.

Did you change your clothes?

I dunno.

Have you had anything to eat?

Dunno.

His answers are getting shorter by the minute.

Zaayyyyynnnnnn!!!! Whats wrong!?

He shrugs, glaring at the floor. I watch him chew his nails and wrap the light blanket around his shoulders. I moan and lean back into the couch, why does he have to be so awkward?

What wrong with you?! Just talk!

He meets my gaze for a millisecond, glaring angrily at me. I huff loudly on purpose and storm out,

Fine! Tell the paps if you want! Like anybody cares!

Maybe I was a little ruff but he deserved it! He's acting like a dick lately and its sickening. Who cares if he's famous, maybe thats whats made his head so big? He grunts in reply as I quietly but angrily slam the door shut. Who cares if he tells them? I get to miss school, but the paps will be louder and more rowdy than before. Everyone is up now except Wally's parents, I go upstairs to my room. I'm messing around for about ten minutes until I hear shouting outside, I peek out the curtains to reveal what I will soon realise as a big mistake.

Zayn is standing in the front garden, legs and arms wide, facing the paps. He's shouting so I crack the window up a little bit to listen in, there's about a million and one camera flashes directed at him.

OKAY! I'M HOME! TAKE ALL THE PICTURES NOW AND LEAVE QUIETLY IN PEACE! I CAME HOME TO SPEND TIME WITH MY FAMILY SO PLEASE LET ME BE FOR THREE MORE DAYS!!!!!

He stands there for about another ten minutes in silence, letting them take all the pictures they want. Eventually a few paps get tired and pack up and leave but two or three hang around. Zayn turns and walks back up the drive, he turns to the paps one last time.

I'm going inside!!!! LEAVE NOW OR I'LL CALL THE COPS AND HAVE THEM PROTECT THE HOUSE AT ALL TIMES!!!!! ALL OF YE ARE TRESPASSING MY FAMILY'S PROPERTY SO LEAVE NOW OR SUFFER CONSEQUENCES!

He comes inside, I hear the front door below slam. They all clear up and once again, the drive is clear. 'Not for long!' I think quietly to myself. We can at least pull oopen the curtains for a few hours anyway! Its nice that the house is quiet, 

Peace.

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