Change Your Life

Caitlin Parker has made some mistakes, for example at sixteen running away with her fiance John. When John changes, who's there to fix the heartbroken Caitlin? Will she leave the abusive John? And just who is Mr Gorgeous Boy?!
Zayn Malik fan fiction.


1. Chapter 1

*A/N, hello! I apologize in advance for the crappy first chapter, stick with it though please, I've drafted the next one already so hopefully you'll get into it. Thanks for reading, let me know what you think!*

Caitlin’s P.O.V

“Caitlin!” John, my fiancé, calls. I tilt my head away from the dishes and face him. He’s standing there beside me, looking quite angry. Uh oh. “Y-yes dear?” At 16 I shouldn’t be using the word dear, I know that. But it’s just a bad habit. “Hurry up cleaning, my friends coming over soon. Be gone for the whole day.” He orders. “Sorry, err.. of course dear.” I stutter. “Are you looking for a punishment?” He asks me. “N-no. Of course not, why dear?” I ask confused. “Well, its ‘dear’ this ‘dear’ that. I’m sick of it!” He spits, squaring up to me. “I’m sorry d- I.. I’m sorry!” I say with uncertainty. “Good.” He says and leaves the kitchen.

I finish cleaning up after John’s lunch and grab my keys and phone. I head to the door and quickly dash out the house. Where am I supposed to go? My mums? No, not after last time. You see, she hates the fact I left at 16. And honestly, I regret leaving too. She for some reason likes John. But not me. Not anymore. I could call Winter, my sister. See if she’s home. Sounds like a plan. It dials four times but then she picks up. “Caitlin!” She exclaims. “Hey Winter, you home?” I ask her down the line. “No sorry. I’m at Ben’s mum and dads this weekend.” Great. “Oh, that’s fine. I was just nipping out, thought I’d come to see you.” I sigh “Sorry, why don’t you try and go to see mum?” She asks. “Not after last time.” I mutter “well, you did run out at 16.. with a 25 year old!” She half laughs. “I know.” I murmur as a reply. “Right, I better go to dinner now. Call me later.” She says and hangs up. Now where shall I go? I start walking, heading towards the town. I haven’t got any money, so I can’t get the bus, and I can’t buy anything either. I drift round the shops for a few hours window shopping, seeing stuff I want and need in every shop.

I’ve been walking round for about 5 hours now. I check my watch for the time. Half six. I sigh, too early probably. But I just want to go back, so I will. Whoa, get me and my ‘bravery’. Ha, only till I walk through the flaming door. I walk home within half an hour. I open the door and see a gorgeous looking boy on my couch. Tanned skin, chocolatey brown eyes… with mega long eye-lashes. Woahh. Just wow. “oh, hey.” Mr gorgeous boy smiles at me. I smile back. “Hi, Im Johns err.. fiancé. Caitlin, Im sorry.. and you are?” I ask Mr gorgeous boy nervously. “I’m Zayn, Zayn Malik.” He smiles, sticking his hand out. Oh so not Mr Gorgeous Boy then? Maybe that’s his middle name. I smile to myself, then look at his hand that’s stuck out awkwardly. “You’re meant to shake it, Caitlin.” He grins. “Oh” I say stupidly and shake it. He laughs gently. “Where’s John?” I ask suddenly noticing his absence. Zayn’s facial expression softens, he looks guiltily around the room. “He’s out, I think” Zayn tries to act like its normal, well it is.. for me. Him going ‘out’ with his ‘friends’, yeah.. of course. I shake my head, turning my attention back to Mr Gorgeous Boy. “Sorry, he left you here alone! Not very welcoming, god. Sorry, Id of been back earlier.. I just felt I was intruding and I wasn’t meant too..” I say quickly, blabbering a bit. “Don’t worry, I was just about to leave.” He smiles. “Oh, don’t let me stop you!” I say embarrassed. Why would he want to stay with me anyway? “No, if it’s alright, I’d like to get to know you a bit more!” He smiles. “Oh, okay, are you stopping?” I ask him “Is that alright?” He asks me “course it is.” I smile. “I bought some beer, would you like a can?” He asks me. Wow, being treated like an adult for the first time what? Ever? “Yeah, please.. If you don’t mind.” I beam at him. “How old are you?” He asks me. “16.” I say nervously biting my lip. “You do look about that.. in a good way!” He grins passing me a beer. “How old are you?” I ask him. “20” He replies.

It had been a few hours of us just talking, not to forget drinking quite a bit! Mr Gorgeous Boy is really nice you know. And let’s not forget fit! “I forgot to ask earlier, how do you know John?” I ask him curiously. “He was my neighbour. We were good mates, how long have you known him?” Zayn asks me. “Er, well we met when I was 15, I know that’s not long ago and we’re already living together and engaged, but stuff just.. I don’t know.. happened. I suppose. I ended up leaving home this year. Which has caused my mum to hate me.” I tell him, slightly embarrassed of the fact I ran away, like some stupid kid. Which I probably am seen as to everyone now. Oh god. I sigh loudly. “What did your father think?” He asks me “Dead. He’s dead. He was a fireman.. he died trying to save a kids life.” I say, feeling tears form in my eyes. “I’m so sorry Caitlin.” He whispers, looking guiltily at the loose floorboard. “It’s fine Zayn. You didn’t know.” I tell him. He nods slowly and uncertain. “Can I ask you something?” He says nervously. “Go ahead.” I smile at him. “Well.. its just.. why leave home? Why not stay with your family and still see John elsewhere?” Zayn asks, making a valid point that I discovered myself, recently. “You have to remember Zayn, I’m only sixteen. My minds all over the place. Ive only just realised that recently, I know now I made a mistake, thinking I’m ‘desperately in love’ when I don’t know if I am anymore.. When maybe now, looking back I realise how many regrets I have.” I say, hating the topic of well me and of course all my mistakes that I can’t undo. “I understand, it must be tough though?” He asks me “Sometimes.. yeah. I’ve got no money, a crappy job at a bar, Johns doing really well, but I struggle to pay half my bills and rent. But I need to remind myself I deserve what I get. It was after all my decision.” I tell him, he looks at me apologetically. “Do you deserve this lifestyle though?” He asks me, shaking his head with full disapproval. I open my mouth to speak when “IM BACK!” Johns voice fills the house. I jump up, looking nervously around the room. “It’ll be fine.” Zayn whispers. John walks into the lounge. “Hey Zayn.” John smiles at Zayn. “Caitlin?” John asks surprised. “You weren’t meant to be back yet.” He shakes his head at me. “I-I had no money, sorry” I stutter. “Go to the spare bedroom, now!” he orders, treating me like a three year old. “But that’s where Zayn’s sleeping!” I tell him. “Well you’ll have to sleep on the floor then.” He says, as if I’m thick. I nod and dash upstairs.

Knock! Knock!

Somebody knocks on the bedroom door. “Come in.” I mutter as I pull on my pyjama shorts. “Hey” Zayn whispers, closing the door behind him. “Sorry about all that.” I mumble, feeling rather embarrassed. “Not to worry, it wasn’t your fault.” He whispers. “Here you have the bed.” He says kindly. “Don’t be silly, I’ll be fine on the floor.” I tell Zayn, and lie on the floor. Zayn lies next to me. “Zayn? What are you doing?” I giggle. “I can’t sleep on the bed whilst you’re on the floor, so I’m joining you.” He smirks. “Why don’t we both just share the bed, we may as well.” I say, lowering my voice - feeling bad instantly. He nods and I get onto the bed, and under the covers. Zayn does the same thing. “Night Caitlin.” He murmurs. “Night.” I reply.

Night Mr Gorgeous Boy.

I wake up tangled with Zayn. His bodies so warm, but it would be dangerous to go nearer him. Ow my head hurts so much from the alcohol last night. I sit up, what was I thinking last night? Sleeping with Zayn! Holy shit. I watch as Zayn’s eyes flutter open. “Morning.” He says with a husky morning voice that is over the top with sexiness. “morning.” I reply. What did I do? Why? Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I slept with Mr Gorgeous Boy. Uh oh. I spring up off the bed. “I err, have to err..” my voice trails off as I escape down the stairs to the kitchen. I sit at the breakfast bar and put my head in my hands.  Is this how it feels when you cheat on somebody? Is this all guilt? Cause it sure as hell is not regret. I hear somebody creep down the stairs. John? Probably Zayn, “Are you alright?” Zayn asks walking towards me. I nod rather slowly as my reply, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” He trails off. “Its fine, just a mistake..” I mutter. I watch his face drop with.. disappointment? He frowns, and without saying anything else, he nods.

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