Clarity *A Zayn Malik Fanfic*

Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?


4. Refuse to make amends

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I spat. My father had the nerves to come to my boyfriends fucking apartment to talk to me. 

"London I came to talk." He said. 

"No now fucking leave!" I yelled. Zayn came up behind me and grabbed the bat knowing that I might beat the shit out of him.

"Who are you?" My father asked Zayn.

"Zayn. The owner of this apartment now leave. I will call the police." Zayn said.

"That won't do anything you see I am the police I run the London department. Now go get some clothes on boy." My father spat. Zayn stood his ground. I went to shut the door but my father blocked it. Thats when I heard Nana's door open. Perfect I thought. "I will not leave." My father said dryly.

"Sir what are you doing in my sons apartment bothering him and his girlfriend?" She asked anger lining her tone.

" I am her father and no offense but she cannot be dating some drug addict who probably uses her for sex. London we are leaving this is not the environment I want my daughter in." He said coldly. I snapped  I lunged for him but Zayn pulled me back. I got out of his grasp and slapped my father. His cheek instantly turned red.

"How dare you. You are nothing to me, you left me and mom 13 years ago. Why do you think you have the right to come into my boyfriends fucking apartment, insult not only him but the woman who raised him? You have no fucking clue what he has been through. And he doesn't use me, if anything I use him for sex cause damn he is a good shag! So get the  fuck outta here you worthless piece of shit!" I screamed while slapping and hitting him. Tears ran down my face. Zayn pulled me back and I cried into his chest. My father stormed off. I felt Nana rub circles onto my back before leaving. I calmed down and Zayn walked me over to the couch. We sat down and I snuggled up to his warmth. 

"You do use me for sex do you?" He asked trying to lighten the mood. I giggled.

" No never I love you. I just needed him to think I was some hoe so he would leave me alone. I hate him." I mumbled into his chest. He ran his hand through my hair while I sobbed into his chest. 

" Lo don't get mad but try to hear him out like if it was my dad I would like to hear. I wouldn't forgive him but I would listen." He suggested. I nodded then called my dad.

*PHONE CALL* (M-me D-Dad)

D- oh good I hoped you would call. Can we talk in person.

M- Umm sure just come back to Zayn's

D- Okay I will be there in 5

I waited for about 5 minutes like he said when the door knocked. I opened and let him in. We talked for about 2 hours. He told me that he never meant to leave, just that he couldn't handle everything. He told me on how mum used to sleep around and how he was always a caring father. I just sat there thing about all the bullshit he was telling me. He noticed my cold expression. He excused himself for a phone call. He walked back in with a smug smile on his face. Suddenly cops burst into the room guns drawn. 

"Zayn Malik you are under arrest for the kidnapping and rape of London Hillcrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used in the court of law. You have the right to a attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you." A man said while cuffing Zayn's hand behind his back. I was screaming. Tears flowed down my face. Zayn tried to fight the cops off but he eventually gave up. 

"Officer please. Please he didn't do anything. Please let him go." I begged. I female officer came up and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Darlin' I know it's hard. These men make you think what they are doing is right when it isn't. He isn't worth your tears." She said. 

" That is where you are wrong. I love him. Please at least let me say good bye." I begged she nodded. The officer pulled Zayn out of the car. I ran up to him and kissed him. 

"Please don't cry...." He whispered. It made me cry more.

"What should I do? Zayn I am so so sorry this is al-" I cried but he cut me off.

"Call my dad. He is a good lawyer. And London none of us could have seen this one coming." He said before I was pulled away from him. Tears flowed down my cheeks. I walked up to my father and screamed, "No matter what you did in the past I was going to forgive you but after this. Never; go rot in hell you bastard." I stormed off to Nana's I knocked on the door but there was no answer. I couldn't go back to Zayn's because his place was now a 'crime scene'. I crumbled in the hallway and started to cry. Thats when I heard someone coming towards me.

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