Playing with Fire

When Jackie Castiato returns to the States she doesn't know what to expect. She's been gone for about seven years! But when she reunites with her childhood menace she finds out that he's transformed into a member of a international heart throb British-Irish group One Direction.


1. Beginnings

After a thirteen hour and twenty-seven minute flight, I am ready to step foot on American soil. Its been five years since I've been here! I've been in Italy living with my uncle and his family. Last time I was in America, that song "Lip Gloss" by that rapper Lil Mama was one of the coolest songs. 
*Note to self, DO NOT sing any songs that were cool in 2007*
As I walk out of the little hall that's connected from the airport to the airplane I thought about my dad. It's been five years since I've seen him. Last time I saw him, he was a violent drunk that was going to lose custody of his thirteen year old daughter to family in Italy. I walked out dragging my suitcase I looked for my dad not seeing him anywhere. 
"Hey monkey"
Whilst turning around I began to cry. I forgot about the mean names he'd call me, or how bad he'd beat me. I miss my dad.
"Daddy" I said muffled in his shirt while I was hugging him.
“You got so tall and beautiful Jackie." My dad told me.
Liar. I'm only 5'6.
"You wear makeup now.. And have quite a style!" He said in a very uncomfortable fatherly way.
What did he expect me to wear in fucking ninety degree weather? A turtleneck with a long ankle skirt with peace signs and shit? I did notice the shock in his eyes when he saw how big my boobs got. Especially in this maxi dress. I thought it was hilarious. Whilst throwing my suitcases in the trunk of his (very new) Escalade he said,
"There have been a lot of changes in my life, and yours I'm sure."
"No shit Dad, I have been in a whole other country."
"Jack. I meant there's a lot to get used to"
"What like a girlfriend or something?
"His face flushed. I laughed when I saw that. A forty-eight year old blushing is pretty rare to see. It took everything within me to not just take a picture of him and post it on Instagram. 
"Things of that nature."
"Hmm" I said. Wasn't sure what to say. 
"You look good, Dad. Seriously." I said honestly. It made me feel awesome to know my dad had his life together. Hopefully he can keep it like that.
"Thanks baby girl. I only got better for you." He said proudly.
"When was your last drink?" I asked, scared to hear a reply.
"Last March and that was a cup of champagne at a friend's wedding"
"That's great Dad."
When he drove into the rich part of town I was confused. Then he pulled into a driveway. The house was fucking gorgeous! 
"Dad... Is this is our house?!" 
"That's right Jack. OUR house." He said with gleaming eyes. I hugged my dad. When we went up to what was my room. If I was a cartoon my jaw would literally hit the floor. It was huge. It had beautiful drapes hovering the bed. The room was pink, black, and grey. It also had a huge T.V., I also had a walk-in closet! My dad let me obsess over my new room while he made us snacks. 
When he came back, he helped me unpack and my dad brought up a random topic. 
"Remember Mom's friend?"
"Which one?" I asked confused.
"The one that was closest to her."
"Yep, that's the one."
"What about her, though? She was such a nice lady... Just that boy.... Was a demon. What was his name? Zack? Zale? Zayn?"
"Yeah! Zayn! Well he's in town." 
He said with a smile. What the hell was the point in telling me that? That kid would tease me, wrestle with me, he even put gum in my hair! My mother always told me that if a boy teased you that meant that he liked you. This kid was an exception. Ugh, why in the fucking world would I want to hang out with Zayn Malik. Why would any one?!
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