Teasdale's Daughter | l.p (Completed)

I'm Jenny Teasdale. My life isn't the regular 18 year old life. My mom is the make-up atrist for the band One Direction. Me being her daughter, i'm on tour with her all the time because she likes to have help. I'm around them non-stop because well, my mom wants me to date on of them. Not that i'm complaining...
~Cover credit- CorkyPorky


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Ahhhh thank you guys so much! I'm happy everyone likes this so far:) And by the way, I absolutely adore Lou and I know she seems bad in this chapter and this book, but please do not think i see her this way! I'm sure she's an amazing mother and this is just for the story! And alsoooo, I know this is a short chapter, no need to tell me. This is just a filler in on Jenny and Zayn's relationship and a bit of drama;) The next one will be better:) Okay thats it.. Byeeeexx


Jenny's pov:

I fluttered my eyes open and let out a groan. Fuck hangover. I was probably drinking my thoughts and troubles away last night. I can't really blame myself though. My life is pretty fucked up.

I staggered to the kitchen and popped open a painkiller bottle and swigged a couple. I settled down on couch and heard someone walk in. My head snapped to the door, cracking my neck and I let out a groan and rubbed my neck.

"You don't look too good darling." My mom said and felt my forehead.

"I was at a club." I said hesitantly deciding to tell her the truth.

"Your only 18!" She gasped and brought a clenched fist to her side.

"Yeah, I know, but yolo." I said angrily and crossed my arms across my chest stubbornly.

"Give me your phone." She growled holding her hand out.

"No. It's my personal property. I bought it with my own money if you can't remember. You have no right to take it." I shouted unision moving my hands to my hips.

"Then I'll cut your plan. I'm paying your bills if you can't remeber." She retorted and my jaw slightly opened in awe.

"Fuck you mom. Fuck you." I shouted then her outstreached palm connected with my cheek in a fast, and hard motion. I felt a sharp stinging pain and I felt the red welt in my cheek and before I could say anything, my mom was gone.


I held a chunk of ice to my cheek and jaw and once again inspected my injury. Bright red welt. Her hand imprinted in my cheek. A slight bruise. Shit.

I did a face palm and heard heavy footsteps. I looked up to see a concerned Zayn looked down at me.

"I saw and heard everything." He whispered, looking down in shame. I breathed in deeply then exhaled.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." I said lightly and pressed the ice to my cheek once again letting out a soft groan. He sat beside me and took the ice from my shaky hands before I could protest. One hand was holding the ice package and the other was holding my chin as he slowly set it against my skin. I shivered at the cold and pain, but his soothing touch and scent calmed me gradually. 

"I can't believe your mother would ever do that.. That doesn't seem like her." He said cautiously knowing this is most-likely a sore subject by now. "Sorry." He added after I winced from to much pressure.

"I think it's being away from dad and Lux.. She gets into those types of moods and I pushed it too far.." I said breathing unevenly in worry. I heard him draw his breath as he set the ice down and picked up my bad arm. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He turned it over and went wide-eyed. Well shit.

"W-What is this.." He stuttered unsure of what to say.

"I-I-I'm sorry..." I stuttered in response, before completely broke down in sobs. He was still processing what he just saw then he wrapped me up into a tight, comforting, bear hug. He gently rocked me back and forth as I sobbed into his chest, clutching his t-shirt as if I was holding on for my life. 

I eventually stopped crying and he didn't release me out of this position. He laid back on the couch with me curled up in a ball on his lap and in his strong arms. 

"That night I was missing?" I started shakily. I've never told anyone about that night. Matter of fact, none of all that stuff that's happened. He nodded and hugged me tighter, knowing this would be hard for me. 

"That's the first night it all happened. I was and I think I still am, liking Liam a whole lot. I started crying in front of Dani because I liked him so much and I wanted him so much.. I wanted me to be the one he calls his and me to be able to call him mine. I ran and hid a old bathroom, and I was a wreck. I cried and cried and, for some reason a rock was in there, so I threw it at the mirror so It broke into pieces. That's when I started cutting. I blamed myself for not being good enough, for letting a guy get to me,  for being so weak. I remember backing out from loss of blood and I honestly think I was lucky to get out alive... I got drunk last night with Harry because I was just depressed and upset that Liam was with Dani and all of you guys were with girls. I don't know what even happened last night. That scares the hell out of me. Liam actually kissed me last night because he says he likes me. I kissed him back then I realized what I was doing and pulled away. I told him I wasn't going to be the girl that made it possible for him to cheat on Dani and for him to choose which girl. I think he chose Dani.." I poured out, saying my whole story in a summary, then started crying again. Typical.

I looked up at him through blurry eyes, to see him thinking and looking dumb-stricken. "I can't believe it." He sighed and then hugged me so hard I could barley breathe.

"I hope you know, that you can tell me anything and I hope you do tell me everything and i'm going to help you get through this. I promise." He said in a shaky voice, cupping my face with his hands, looking at me straight in the eyes deeply.

"I know. I promise to." I said and gave him a small smile.

"I love you.." I added trailing off and biting my lip. Only in a brotherly way. Don't worry.

"You more Jen." He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to my fore head. I smiled and he wrapped me up into a cuddle and we drifted off into a deep sleep. 

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