Zayns new princess

Kassia is a normal teenage girl with a hard life but then she meets one direction. Zayn falls in love with her and they gain a relation ship. what happens when her ex boyfriend comes back and abuses her and treats her like crap. what will happen in the end of the story.


12. Chapter Eleven

Kassia's P.O.V

throughout the day i hadnt done anything much really. i just sat around watching TV, going on facebook but i always have been avoiding Twitter from all the hate i have been getting. 

Zayn- you ready for tonight?

me- whats on tonight?

Zayn- we have a little concert going on, late notice

me- wait what!?!?!? i have to get ready and find something to wear and OMG why didnt you tell me this earlier!?

Zayn- because i wanted to see what you could do. 

me- well now you know.

Zayn- oh and think of a song to sing and learn the lyrics because you are singing tonight and i dont care what but you are singing

me- WHAT!

Zayn- i want everyone to know how good you are

me- fine i said pissed of and zayn just giggled and walked away.

i walked up into the bedroom and into my walldrobe to decide on what to wear. 


my phone was ringing so i went and grabbed it. 

me- hello?

Niall- hey princess do you know about tonight?

me- yeah Zayn just told me

Niall- okay, get ready little one

me- fine

i hung up on him and threw my phone onto my bed. i walked over to my walldrobe and searched for something to wear but i didnt have anything really. 

Zayn- what about this?

i turned around and saw him holding a aqua strapless dress just above knee hight and tight around the top but flowy around the ends of it. 

me- i love it, wait when did you get this and how?

Zayn- your mum had this ready for you for a special time and told her about me taking you to the concert tonight and she gave me the dress to give to you.

i got tears in my eyes and ran up to Zayn and kissed his cheek. i ran down the stairs and gave mum the biggest hug in the world and thanked her. as i was going back up-stairs the door-bell rang and i turned around to see Tyler and Justin standing there. 

me- hey guys

Justin- hey sis, guess what?


Tyler- we got front row seats for tonight to hear you sing. how come you never sing around me?

Justin- and me?

me- because i cant sing, can i please go get ready now?

Justin - sure thing

i kept walked to my room and saw Zayn sitting on the bed looking at two pairs of shoes. 

me- im going to go with the aqua slip ons

Zayn- wow your not going with the heels

me- nope, now you can look down on me

he smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the head and let me go have a shower. i didnt wash my hair but i shaved and washed myself. once i was out of the shower and dried, i put the dress on and got Zayn in to zip it up. he walked out into the other bathroom to get ready for tonight. i got my straightener out and waited for that to heat up. when it was heating up i brushed my teeth and my hair. i straightened by fringe and my hair and then got my curler out and waited for that to heat up. i curled the ends of my hair and the side bits. perfect. 

i put on foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and some eye shadow. i put on a little bit of lip gloss and looked at my reflection in the mirror. why me? why does Zayn have me and not another perfect girl. i walked out into the bedroom and put the shoes on and got a small black shoulder bag and put my phone, some money, keys, lip gloss and eye liner in it. 

i walked out and down stairs to find Zayn talking to my mum waiting. he turned and looked at me.

Zayn- beautiful he mumbled.

me- sorry what was that?

Zayn- beautiful he said in a louder voice. 

i could feel myself blush.

Zayn- do you want to go pick up the boys and go that way you can warm up and get singing. 

me- sure thing

i gave mum a kiss on the cheek and said bye. i walked outside and Zayn walked me down the street to his house. as we walked in the door Louis and Liam come down the stairs.

Liam- well who looks like a beautiful angel tonight?

Zayn- she always looks like one. 

i started blushing again and looked down. Harry came up to me and grabbed my hand and spinned me around. 

Harry- perfect

Me- thanks

im glad i have them as my 4 best friends. they were all like my brothers. the boys got their phones and money and we locked up the house and piled into Harry's car. me Zayn and Louis in the middle row. Harry and Liam in the front and Niall in the back.

Zayn- dont forget to pick up Tyler and Justin. 

Harry- okay

we stopped at my place and the 2 boys climbed in. we had a fun ride of singing and i kissed Zayn a lot but what do ya know. we walked into the dressing rooms of where we were going to have our concert. i was lead into a small dressing room for me to put my belongings in and then Zayn walked me into the boys dressing room. people had already started piling in so the boys were getting microphones put on and i was told that a hand held one was next to the stage. we were mucking around and i got a text from Justin

'cant wait to see you baby girl'


i smiled at myself and put my phone down. all the boys were told it was time to go on stage so they all started walking there i left my phone in their dressing room and walked Zayn up to the stage. i watched and watched and watched as they sang and sang and sang but them Zayn called out for me to come on and i grabbed the microphone and walked onto the stage. 

me- hey everyone

i heard lots of cheering 

Zayn- do you guys want to here how good my beautiful girlfriends voice is

there was louder screaming

Zayn- okay babe sing away.

i started to sing 'Dear Mr President by P!nk' because it was my favourite song and there was so much screaming. 

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

i finished the song and all the boys walked up to me and gave me the biggest hug. i had the biggest smile on my face and everyone was singing. 

the boys started to sing another song and i knew if from somewhere.

 'your hand fits in mine

like its made just for me'

then i realised it was the song that Zayn had sung me. i joined in and had the most fun time. 

i was laughing and then once the song was done he kissed me. as he pulled away i looked into his eyes and had the biggest smile on my face. the crowd went wild and i walked of the stage. 

after the night had finished we headed home and then watched some movies and sung some more. Justin wouldnt leave my side because he was so proud of me and so was Zayn

Best Night Ever. 

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