Finding My Soul Mate. A 1DFanfic.

13 year old Lucy hates her life. Her older sister, Amy doesn't have a care in the world about her and her dad is a work-aholic. Without a mum in her life she has nothing better to do than run away from home, making a soul mate along her travels, Niall Horan from One Direction.

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40. I'll always be there for you.

"Lucy? Lucy! It's Zayn!" Wouldn't it be funny if I messed with him? I think it would.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Zayn who?" I tried my best to hold in a giggle. I coughed to cover it up.

"Zayn Malik. I'm one of your best friends. You don't remember me?" 

"No, I'm sorry. Did we spend a lot of time together?" It was really hard for me not to laugh. 

"Yes! We spend nearly every day together before you moved houses." 

"What do you mean moved houses? I've always lived in Ohio." I lied, biting my bottom lip. 

"No you haven't. Please remember me, please!" I felt really bad now. I think I made him cry.

"Zayn, please don't cry! I remember you, I remember all of you. I was joking!" I said in a rush.

"Thank god! Don't do that to me!" I muttered an apology and shakily wiped away a tear that fell. 

"Are you crying?" He barely spoke above a whisper. "N-no." I stammered. "Lucy, I know you're lying to me! Why are you crying?" Zayn spoke louder this time. I put my phone on speaker and put it on my lap so I could put the top back on the jar of pickled onions. "I don't know." I sighed and walked into the kitchen, juggling my phone and the jar in one hand. I place the jar in the fridge and put my phone in between my neck and shoulder after turning it off speaker. Zayn stayed silent for a while. I walked out of the kitchen and saw a shadow outside of the front door. I gasped and moved so it wouldn't see my shadow too. What if he/she is here to kill me. Come on Lucy, don't be stupid. My inner voice spoke. Shut up. I argued back. Wait, what am I doing. I think I'm going insane! "Zayn? Zayn! Someone is outside my house!" I whisper/shouted. He didn't say anything then the person knocked. "Zayn!" I heard him laugh and the person outside laughed at the exact same time. It can't be. Zayn is here. "Well are you going to let me in?" I hung up on him and bolted towards the door. I flung it open and Zayn was stood there, smiling at me. I notice him look at my 'arm' but it didn't really bother me considering he's like my brother. "Hey, babe." I looked Zayn in the eyes and looked to the floor. "Lucy, look at me." I shook my head and took a step back, allowing him to step in. How did he even know where I lived? He walked into my house and closed the door behind him. I was still looking at the floor, feeling insecure and stupid. A pair of strong, warm arms wrapped around my body. I didn't hug back because I couldn't. Zayn pulled away but kept one arm over my shoulder, guiding me into the room. "We miss you." He said, breaking the silence. "I miss you all too. Not to be rude but why are you here? How did you find out where I lived?" We sat on the sofa, our thighs pressed together. I've never been so close to anyone before. Ever heard of personal space, Zayn? "Can you remember that party you had for you mums nine year death back in London?" I nodded so he continued. "Well, when we were there, I got your sisters number for if I could never get in touch with you. When I watched the news and you were on, I knew I needed to see you so when we got here for the tour about two weeks ago, I text Amy but you were still in the hospital and she told me she's text when you got home and here I am!" I looked up into his eyes and smiled. I've never noticed before but Zayn's eyes are so beautiful. "Thanks for coming then." I smiled at him really hoping he'd leave me alone. "Can't get rid of me that easily, Luc. I'm not going anywhere for a while." I sighed and sat back on the sofa. "What's up? How come you don't want me here. Don't you love me anymore?" He fake gasped and winked at me. "I didn't even know you guys were here to start off with and it's not that I don't love you, like a brother, but I wasn't planning on visitors. I don't like people coming and having to look at me like this!" I closed my eyes to stop the tears. "Like what? You haven't change, Lucy!" Zayn stood up and started pacing around my living room. Why is he angry at me? "Haven't changed? Have you seen this? Don't come into my house and tell me that I haven't changed, Zayn! I saw you looking at my arm when I opened the door. I hate the way people look at me and start to whisper and judge me because I'm different to them, just because I've lost an arm!" This was the first time me and Zayn have had an argument since I've known him. "Just because you've lost an arm doesn't mean you're different to anyone! I looked at your arm, yeah but I didn't whisper, did I? And I most certainly didn't judge you because of it!" He stopped pacing around the room and came to stand in front of my face. "I know you didn't. You wouldn't because I'm your little sister, yeah? Well maybe I don't want this anymore. What-"

"What are you talking about? I made a promise to you before you left that I would always be there for you! The brother you said you always wanted, what about that?" OK, this feels like I'm arguing with my boyfriend but he's calling himself my brother. I shuddered at the thought of Zayn being my boyfriend. Not that he's not appealing and sexy and everything but, no! "I didn't ask you to be there for me! I didn't even want to be at Niall's house all them months ago! I wish I never freaking met you! Then I wouldn't have to worry about you all the time, like I do and you guys wouldn't have to see me or talk to me or worry about me like you say you do but don't really!" His head snapped up at my words and I could see tears in his eyes. Did I just make the Zayn Malik cry because I said I wish I never met him. Maybe he does care? "Yo-you wish you ne-never met me?" He whispered, looking into my eyes. "No, I didn't mean to say it. I'm just insecure about everything that's happened and hate it when people look at me like I'm front outer space, ya know? It's not easy knowing that I can't do half the things I used to be able to do and knowing that I only have one arm but the thing I hate most is that no one will love me anymore, at least not like they used to. I mean look at me, Zayn! Look at this, it's fucking horrible!" I swore for the first time in ages. I felt good to let all of that out to someone who listens to me and someone who I know really cares about me. At least I hope he does. Zayn sneaked his arms around my small body and hugged me tight. Even he was crying at what I just said. We cried into each others shoulders in the middle of my living room. I pulled away after a while and wiped my tears. "You're the only person that has ever made me cry, did you know that? When I cry it means I care! Lucy, I care about you and want you to know that I will always be there for you, no matter if I'm on the other side of the world or right by your side and that's a stone solid promise!" He smiled at me. "Thanks Zayn! Same goes for you! I'm always here for all of you. I know I'm younger than you all but I know what I'm talking about. When someone is sad and I care about them, I'm there in a flash trying to cheer them up!" It was Zayn's turn to say thank you now. 

"So we still brother and sister then?" He asked, making me laugh. "Of course!" I hugged him again and sat down. "Nice place by the way." He complimented. "Eh, it's OK I guess." I put the kids programs on and sat there with Zayn, laughing at how predicable they were. "Where are the others?" I wondered. "I don't know actually. When I left, they were still sleeping." I was shocked. "You, the only person I know who treasures sleep more than me, was up and out before anyone else?" He just laughed and continued watching the TV.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Louis' number. It's a good thing I can use my phone with one hand. "Lucy!" He answered. "Hey Louis, where are you?" I heard shuffling and then he answered. "Just got out of bed actually. Has Zayn text you or anything because he's not in his bed and didn't leave a note." I rolled my eyes at Zayn and put my phone on speaker. "Yeah, he's here with me." I tapped Zayn the best I could with my 'arm' since he was sitting on my left side. "Oh, OK." Louis sounded sad. "What's us Lou?" I heard the guys asking who he was talking to. "The guys say hi and I'm OK I just wanted to see you." I laughed. "Hey guys and you can! Come to mine or shall we meet you back at the place you're staying at?" He was silent for a while. "It would probably be best if you come here because someone will no doubt follow us and find out where you live and they won't leave you alone after that." He gave a light chuckle. "I'll go ask Preston if he'll pick you up!" I smiled. "Alright. You know the address, right?" Zayn sneezed beside me, making me jump out of my skin. It was the cutest sneeze I've ever heard. Can sneezes even be cute? I don't know but it was. He muttered a sorry to me as Louis said yes. I hung up and went to short myself out.

 

My hair was a huge mess but I decided to leave it considering I couldn't exactly put it up with one hand. I still had a few cuts on my head, above my eyebrow and on my left cheek. I successfully took my top of, sprayed some deodorant on my armpits and picked a different top out of my closet. I looked at my body in the mirror. My bruises and cuts had gone on my right side but the ones on the left were still prominent. I groaned in frustration when I couldn't pull my top over my body with one hand. Two cold hands touch mine, making me freeze on the spot. They pulled my top over my head and I saw Zayn smiling at me. 

 

Awkward.

 

"Erm, thanks." He nodded and sat on my bed. "Nice room." I laughed and pulled some galaxy leggings out of my closet. "Turn around!" I demanded to Zayn. He closed his eyes and turned his head. I undid my jeans button and pulled the zip down easily. The hard bit was taking them off over my ankles as they were really tight. I did it though and pulled my leggings on. "That took some effort!" I huffed. A horn sounded from outside. "That was quick." We walked downstairs and I left a little note on the fridge for my dad and Amy. I grabbed my phone and keys before leaving. 

 

"Hey, I'm Preston, one of the boys body guards. Nice to meet you!" He smiled as I got into the back of the car. "Lucy, nice to meet you too!" I smiled back and fastened my seat belt. I think Preston was the only person I've seen that hasn't looked at my 'arm' which I was grateful for.

 

 

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