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.


2. Chapter 2

John comes downstairs soon, “Can you get me some breakfast please.” John ‘asks’ me. I nod. “I’ll have a fry up, but then I am going out.” He says. “Where are you going?” I dare to ask him. “Is it any of your business?” John retaliates. I shake my head, “Err, no. Sorry.” I stutter, then brave turning to Zayn. “Do you want any breakfast?” I ask him. “No, I’m good thanks.” Zayn says politely. I nod then start making breakfast. Zayn leaves the room and goes upstairs, I give John his breakfast. He stares at it blankly. “Its bloody burnt!” He shouts at me. He gets a tight grasp of both my wrists. “And what did I tell you about burning my food?” he asks me. I don’t know whether to answer or not. “Lost your tongue? Answer me!” He spits angrily. He throws the plate of food onto the floor, making it shatter. He shoves me up against the wall. “Please don’t.” I whisper. “Everything alright?” Zayn walks in. John releases his grasp on me. “I’m not hungry, not anymore.” He says, and walks out the house. “Are you okay?” Zayn asks. I nod, then kneel down and begin to pick up the shards of glass. I wince in pain when I accidently cut my hand. “you have to be careful. Here, I’ll help.” Zayn says. “no, I dropped it, ill pick it up.” I say “no, john did.” Oh yeah. “It was my fault.” I say firmly “no it wasn’t, leave it! Ill sort it.” He says calmly. “No!” I shout at him dropping the glass into the bin. I look at my hand which is a vermilion red colour from the blood. “Shit Caitlin! Your hand!” Zayn gasps. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” I snap at him. Washing it under the cool tap, holy shit it hurts. Zayn gets a bandage thing from god knows where and wraps it round my hand. “It will stop the bleeding” he says quietly. “Im sorry, Zayn. I didn’t mean to snap..” I apologize. “it’s fine, you don’t need to worry.” He says. “I don’t know what to do anymore” I murmur. “It’s going to be alright, don’t worry.” He smiles at me. I nod, knowing it won’t be.

Once my hands all bandaged up and less sore, we hang about in the lounge for a bit, just talking. Its really.. laid back.. normal. “So, where is it you live again?” I ask Zayn. “Oh, erm.. well everywhere really.. I travel a bit.” He says awkwardly. I nod unsure of what to say. “Got anything to do whilst you’re here in London?” I ask him. He shrugs, “I’d love to go to Brighton, but other whys I’m not too fussed.” He answers finally. “I’ve never been there.” I state, causing Zayn to gasp. “You have to go, it’s so nice there.” Zayn smiles, his pleads make me grin, too. “Hey.. how about we go together?!” Zayn asks me. “I don’t know Zayn..” I say, he looks at me with hopeful eyes. “Fine, I’ll go.” I tell him, an immediate smile covers his face. “Thank you!” Zayn grins like a kid at Christmas. Our eyes connect for a few seconds. I don’t know whats happening.. Zayn leans in till our lips meet. We passionately kiss, and Zayn licks my lips asking for an entrance, I let him deepen the kiss. I grab his tie and pull him closer. He lifts me and grabs my behind, I swing my legs around his waist and he slides his hand to my shirt. He unbuttons it and I tear his shirt of, after taking his tie off, too. “This is so wrong” I mutter. “But it feels perfect.” I add, Zayn deepens the kiss, then starts kissing near my breasts. Wait.. whats happening? Omg. I need to stop this! “zayn.. stop!” I murmur. Zayn stops, “Are you okay?” Zayn asks. “I cant. I just cant do this!” I tell him, escaping the room. I wipe the tears from my eyes.  

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