These Bruises

"Que sera, you'll never guess who I saw."
I was loved. I was hurt. That was repeated when I left you. But there are two other people who I love. As a single mom with two little kids in California, my life got better. It was six years. Six years since I last saw you. Six years since those little talks. Now you can see that these bruises that I've been hiding for those six long years mean. (Second book in Little Talks duology)


10. Your heart against my chest

[Songs for the chapter:
Man Who Never Lied-Maroon 5
When Can I See You Again?-Owl City
<Zayn POV>
She sang Cowboy Casanova.

I knew she was singing it to me.


I apologized to her for six years ago.


I leave money on the table for my pizza and head out the door. I call for a cab and one pulls over. I get in and tell him I was going to LA.

"Isn't it a little far for you?" The driver asked. It wasn't Mark unfortunately.

"No." I answer in a bland tone, staring out the window.

The driver mutters something under his breath and drives. After an hour, to my suprendidy, I arrived at Staples Center a few minutes after the show began. I pay the driver and run to the back door that led to backstage.

As I was running, I heard my name. At first I thought it was paps.

But it wasn't.

It was Becca and Rachel.

I thought Becca was in England and Rachel was in Ireland?

God, Rachel is extremely pregnant.

"Guys!" I yell catching my breath. "Why are you here?"

"I told Rachel that Britta was found and she immediately booked a flight to California." Becca answered.

"Harry and Niall are coming on the next flight. We told Josie, Kaitlyn, Eleanor, Nicole, El, Louis, Liam, Sophia, EVERYONE!" Rachel added on, "but we didn't tell Cassidy, Mrs.Carter, or Katie."

I wave my hands everywhere like a maniac, "WHY?!"

"Because we want it to be a surprise!" Okay, a little reasonable. "They'll all be on a plane here. Elizabeth and Jesse are driving because you now, she's preggers with twins." Rachel answers.

"Well you're pregnant too!" Becca argues. They have an argument about...women. Glad to be a dude.

A dude who's about to be a dad.

"That's nice. I got to go. Bye!" I run inside Staples Center.

Oh, good old Staples Center. I've been here a bunch of times. Good times, good times.

I tell the security guard who I am, but he obviously knows me to know that I'm Zayn Malik; former member of One Direction, big time teenage pop-star, current husband of Perrie Edwar-Malik, sorry, and heartbreaker of 18-now 24-year-old Britta Carter. So he lets me in.

I make my way to the area with a bunch of couches and TVs. I sit on one of the couches and think.

How I can I get Britta back to her family?

I can take her on holiday. No, she has kids.

I can bring the gang here. No, too many of us are preggers.

Disney World? Keep that in mind.

University of Orlando Resorts? I've always wanted to go on the Harry Potter ride.

The beach! No, Nicole gets sunburned easily on her shoulders.

"ZAYN!" I hear Jade yell in my face. "The show is done! Perrie said that you two had some big announcement!" She reminds me.

Oh, yeah.

The tour is over.

Los Angles was their final show on the tour.

We still didn't tell them that we're expecting.

The crew gathers around in a circle. I start to talk. "Well, if you're wondering why we are gathered here today, it's to celebrate the life of the rock. Just kidding but it's better than that."

I didn't sound too amused.

"I'll take over, babe." Perrie says to me, "so the big announcement is...we're expecting!" The girls squeal and the dudes gave us congratulations. I got a bunch too.

But I didn't pay much attention.

I didn't really care.

Hell, I don't really care that I'm going to be a father!

I just want Britta back.

[HAY GURL HAY! That sounded stupid.

Anywho, tomorrow I have no school (YES!) but I'm going shopping with friends. Then I have a football game. It's Senior Night and I now know a bunch of seniors thanks to marching band! I knew one before marching band. He's a football player and he was the other buddy on the challenger baseball team I help out. He's nice. But I may expect a few tears tomorrow. And Saturday from 10 to 4, I'm helping with sets for the school's fall play. It's "A Christmas Carol".

So three updates in one week. That's something you don't see everyday. That's something I don't do in a whole week! It's normally one update or two then I'm done. Damn, I'm good.

I got to go. I don't have much interesting to say. Uhhhh...what does the fox say? "Shut the hell up" is what is says. Stop molesting people, it's not healthy. What am I even saying?

Okay, goodnight, Night Vale. Good night!]

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