More Than This (Complete)

Every Girl Needs A Dress She Feels Pretty In.. A Song That Makes Her Cry.. A Place You Can Call Home.. A Dream She Believes In.. A Guy She Can Love


9. And I'm not going to say one more bloody word about it

Skylar's POV.


On Friday morning, my dad was standing in my doorway. "Skylar sit down," He said. "There's something I have to tell you," His voice was formal, distant then usual. He sat on my bed next to me, hesitating a bit. "I'm leaving tomorrow."  What do he mean tomorrow?

"For Vacation?" 

"No," He said. "For business. I'm going back to England."

"Who's going to be here with us?" I asked picking off my nail polish.

"You know, Paul. And you're getting old enough to take care of yourself, and Paul is like family. Paul had been in our family before One Direction even became famous or known. "I thought me and you were.. you know." I said fumbling with my fingers. He stood up in front of me. "Look at me Skylar." I shook my head no. If I looked at him, I might start crying. "Skylar for God's sakes, your seventeen an a half. You can survival three months without.

"How do you know?!" I shouted. I pushed my self up from my comfortable bed. "I wont let you." I ran out of the room, straight into Zayn's before he could say anything.  I stood there in the doorway. Neither one of us spoke for a long time, just staring. "Erm.. can I come in?" I said at last. 

"Yeah sure." He said gesturing his hands telling me to come in. "Have you been crying?" I nodded. Zayn patted his lap, having his arms spread out for me to cuddle with him. I went and buried my head in his neck. "You want to lay down and talk?" He asked quietly. He stood up with me still in his arms. He put me down gently on his soft, comfortable bed. He climbed over me then plopped onto his side. I slide closer to him, nuzzling my head onto his firm chest. I looked at him, just watching him making soothing circles in my arm. "I'm sorry.. that I just barged in without knocking." I said looking down, ashamed. 

"It's alright love." He answered, laughing. I smiled. "On Saturday, I'll have a surprise for you on our date."

"What kind of a surprise?" I asked.

"A big one," he said. "And I'm not going to say one more bloody word about it."















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