Change My Mind

She devotes her life to raising her 8 year old daughter Alexis. Alexis knows that her mom is lonely, so she calls into a local radio station and makes a 'wish'. What happens when someone special hears that wish and fate pushes them together... Will all her dreams come true.
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19. Chapter 19

Faith's POV

All I can think about is Alexis, it's driving me crazy. I wish the doctor would just let me go home, so I can go look for her. I feel so helpless here. I'm feeling better now. Sort of. Zayn tweeted over 3 hours ago. You'd think I'd of heard something from him by now. I pull the blankets back off my legs and swing them off to the side. I can do this. As I slowly get to my feet, my head swims a little and my knees buckle. I support my weight against the bed with my hands and make my way over to the closet. The guys were hungry so I told them to go get themselves some food. It wasn't my intention to sneak out but the silence is driving me crazy. At least when they were here, they offered me a distraction. I shakily pull open the closet doors and grab my jeans and t-shirt, ruined, stained with my blood. "This has definitely seen better days...", I mumble to myself. I carefully work my way back over to the bed, clothes in hand, and sit down. I manage to get both my legs in and stand to pull them up. My head swims again. Elevation is my enemy right now. I take a couple of deep breaths, my only focus is getting dressed so I can get to Alexis somehow. Even though I don't know where she is, I just can't sit here anymore. I sit back down on the bed and put on my bra, I wrap my arms around my back to lock the clasp. I miss. I try again. "SHIT!", I pant breathless. I try for a third time and it finally catches, leaving me somewhat breathless. I slowly put my shirt over my head trying to stretch out the hole so I don't put any kind of pressure on my aching skull. My breath excapes my lips in puffs blowing my hair around face. "Sneakers...", I whisper, furrowing my brow in concentration as I scan one side of the room. "Okay, back to the closet...", I grumble. Who would of thought getting dressed could be such a challenge. By now my head is pounding and my vision seems a little blurry. I groan, as I stand for the third time and head back to the closet doors.

"Hi...", Zayn says, staring at me with his dark brown eyes. He's leaning against the door with his arms crossed over in front of himself, looking amused yet annoyed. I jump and almost fall backwards, grasping the bed to steady myself.

"Hey...", I reply, biting my bottom lip. "H-How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough. Nice bra by the way... It's really working for you?", he says cheekily, arching an eyebrow.

"Let me guess, it's really working for you too... Right?", I answer, blushing.

"Something like that... Faith, where do you think you're going?", he asks, smiling. I'm glad I'm so amusing. I'm not letting him talk me out of this. I guide my way back around the bed and pull on the closet doors. Shit. My sneakers. Are. Way. Down. There. If I bend over that far I probably won't be getting back up. Bracing myself against the door I stick my legs into the closet one at a time and slip my feet in them. When I turn around again Zayn is standing directly in front of me. "Where are you going?", he repeats.

"You know where I'm going...", I say, stepping around him carefully.

"In case you haven't noticed love, you can barely walk and where would you even go to start looking?", he says, stepping in front of me again.

"Zayn, please stop blocking me. I don't have the energy to argue with you. I need to go find Lexi", I snap.

The door to the room swings open again and the rest of the boys come in. A loud groan escapes my lips. "We missed you too Faith...", Harry says, sarcastically.

"Why are you dressed? Dude? Why is she dressed?", Niall asks looking between me and Zayn.

"You're not going anywhere, Faith...", Liam says, folding his arms across his chest.

"Look you guys, I don't have the time to argue with all of you about this. If you're not going to help me, then leave. I'll find her myself...", I snap, pushing my way past each of them until my hand is on the doorknob.

"You're the most...", Zayn shouts, from behind me.

"Most impossible woman you've ever met...I know you've told me before...", I say, without turning around and swallowing back the lump forming in my throat. The phone next to my bed rings then, and I nearly jump out of my skin. I turn quickly, a little to quickly and my head swims again, Zayn's arms are around me in an instant as Harry grabs it on the second ring. "Please god, please, please, please...", I chant out loud to myself.

"Faith, it's Ben...", Harry says, holding the phone out to me. Zayn bends down and swoops me into his arms and carries me back over to the bed, where he sits me down and I take the phone.

"Ben? Where's Alexis? Is she okay? Where are you?", I say.

"Now now, just calm down. Alexis is fine. She's here with me."

"Calm down?! You stole my daughter! Bring her back or tell me where you are and I'll come and get her!", I shout, into the phone.

"C'mon Faith, has it ever been that easy with me babe? I have something you want, you have something I want..."

"You want money. After all this time, it's still the only thing you care about... Don't you get tired Ben? Of lying, cheating and being alone..."

"50,000 pounds Faith..."

"I need to talk to her Ben. I need to hear she's okay...", I beg. I listen as there's some commotion in the background. Then...


"Alexis are you okay?"


"Yes, baby?", I say, tears stinging my eyes.

"Daddy didn't have to get decaf...", she squeaks, and Ben is back on the phone.

"There you talked, I'll give you an hour to get the money together...I'm sure all you're 'famous' husbands or boyfriends can help you out...", he snaps, before the phone goes dead. I hang up slowly replaying the conversation in my head.

"What did he say?", Harry asks.

"50,000 pounds...", I repeat, still lost in concentration. Why is my head so damn fuzzy.

"What's the matter Faith?", Liam asks.

"Something Lexi said... 'Daddy didn't have to get decaf'...", I repeat.

"What is it with you people and coffee?!", Louis teases.

"I know where they are!", I shout, excitedly.

"Starbucks, next to the bowling alley!", Harry says, completing my thought.

"Please, take me there...", I beg, looking at each of them.

"This goes against our better judgement...", Liam says, slowly. Zayn shoots him a 'what the hell?' look, and he shrugs his shoulders.

"We'll all be with her...", Harry adds trying to persuade him.

"Zayn, please?", I repeat, staring into his eyes. He shakes his head in exasperation before picking me back up in his arms. "You don't have to carry me... I can walk myself...", I argue, but decide not to press my luck as the boys literally sneak me out the back entrance of the hospital.


As we sit across the street at 'Starbucks', we can see him and Alexis through the big windows sitting at a booth. She's swinging her feet back and forth under the bench, colouring while he sips his coffee and reads a paper. He periodically checks his phone. Liam, Louis, Niall and Harry, get out with their hats and sunglasses on, and make their way into starbucks. "Here... Take my jacket...", Zayn offers, drapping his leather jacket over my arms. "You don't want the blood on your shirt to scare her...", he reasons, as he helps me out of the car and across the street. As the others linger by the door, Zayn helps me over to the booth where they're sitting and I slide in next to Lexi.

"Mom! I knew you'd get it!", she giggles, throwing her arms around me. Ben looks up from the paper startled, chuckles and sets the paper down.

"Well played kid...", he snaps. "Chip off the ol'..."

"Don't say it. She's nothing like you!" I snap.

"Don't suppose you brought the money?" he smirks.

"No. Before I call the police and press charges I would leave...leave London...and Ben...I won this time, something much better than money... Don't come back again..." I say coldly, as he gets up from the table and walks out the door. He hails a cab and it disappears off into the night.

"Hey kiddo!", Zayn says, smiling and settling in the booth across from us. "You okay?", he asks. Alexis looks at him and smiles.

"I'm sorry I went with him Zayn..."

"You don't have to say you're sorry to me...I get it...I'm just glad you're back!"

"Whose idea was it to come here?", I ask Alexis.

"Mine...", she answers.

"You're pretty smart you know...", I say, smiling.

"Yeah, I know that too. So's my mom...", she giggles.

"Home?", I ask, hopeful. Zayn reaches across the table and takes my hand in his. He smiles and shakes his head no.

"Hospital...", he says firmly.

A groan escapes my lips..."I'd rather go home...", I pout.

"You're not going home...", he says, getting up from the table and leading me out from behind the table.

"Well, can I have a coffee before we go?", I ask.

"No...", he says, bending down and picking me up in his arms.

"Just a small one. I'm going through withdrawal...", I complain, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"No...", he repeats.

"Wanna ride Lexi!", Liam offers, holding out his arms. We watch as she giggles and runs towards him. He bends down and picks her up over his head, settling her on his shoulders. She holds on tight to the top of his head and then turns to look at me.

"See mom! Both my wishes came true!", she giggles, as we make our way out the door.

"Why can't I have a coffee again?", I pester.

He stops just outside of Starbucks and sets me back down, his arms wrap around me and pull me close, hard and fast. He pushes his lips against mine, kissing me. Our tongues entwine, passion igniting between us. I finally have my life back, and he's the one responsible.


"When we follow our hearts; when we choose not to settle.

It’s funny, isn’t it? A weight lifts.

The sun shines a little brighter.

And, for a brief moment at least, we find a little peace.”

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