Change of Direction (A Zayn Malik Fiction)

Chapter 3: Roadtrip

A/N - Somebody suggested a picture of an unknown boy (picture is to the right) to me. And based on how I imagine Demetre to look like, he's one of the closest I've seen. Apparently, they say he's Filipino, though I don't know for sure.  If you get me this guy's name, then maybe I can squeeze you in the story. =)

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(Elena's POV)

Well, this is officially it. I'm moving to New York under the orders of the wicked witch of the Westchester. What the hell is she even after in New York? All I know is that if I can think of anything to stop her from getting it, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Or even faster.

I grabbed the last box of my stuff before looking back into the room, reminiscing the moments I've been in it. I sighed before my dad came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Don't worry, El. I still have the keys to this house, so if you ever wanna go back, just say the word."

I smiled, knowing that there's finally a safe haven I can go to if in case SHE goes outta hand.

Okay. I might've exxagerated a little there. I mean, she's crazy, but she's not "chainsaw massacre" crazy.

Umm, wait...

NAH!

But anyways, I made my way downstairs and into the garage, only to find out that I'm not gonna be joining the ride. Christina said that there was "no room left" in the car, when clearly, she had dumped all of her things in the back seat on purpose, giving me absolutely NO room in the car.

I smiled sarcastically, since she made it so obvious and so annoying before dad gave me money for my independent travel before Christina ripped off the asphalt, fogging me while doing so.

Great. As if this day couldn't get any worse.

"Hey El!"

I turned around to see Demetrie putting boxes in his Mustang.

Umm...okay...

I walked up to him with half of my boxes still in the garage. Good thing my dad brought the other half with him when there was still "space" in the car.

"Looks like I'm going to NY alone."

"Hello. I'm standing right here."

I tilted my head in confusion.

"Wait. You're..."

"Coming with you, yes."

I widened my eyes in joy. Yes! Finally, all was not lost.

"But wait. D, I can't let you do this for me."

"Why not?"

"Because, your whole life's always been here. Plus, where will you be staying?"

"I have a friend there who just booked me an apartment. Really, El. It's fine." He walked up to me and he put his hands on my shoulders. "Half of my life's always been with my cousin. So, I'm not letting half of my life go miles away. Besides, it'll be easy to start over."

He should know, since he's been moving for the past 5 years.

I smiled. "Thanks, D. I owe you big time."

With that, I put my boxes in his car and we got the show on the road.

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Me and Demetrie had shifts in driving. There were times where I felt like I wanted for this road trip to go on forever. I wanted D to take me some place far away from Christina and her bitchy atmosphere. Dad could do it, but really. Demetrie gets me all the time. He really is the brother I never had.

Since it was day 2 of the roadtrip, I decided to turn the radio on and listen to whatever's playing.

"You're tuned in to TuneZone FM, following the chart of the greatest hits today. Here's a little treat for all you Directioners out there. Here's One Direction with 'Live While We're Young'!"

I raised my eyebrow at the last line. Now what does it sound like this time?

"Hey girl, I'm waitin' on you. I'm waitin' on you. C'mon and let me sneak you out."

Typical starter. It's always that semi-bald guy that was previously a long brown haired guy who starts the song.

"Mind turning off the radio?" Demetrie said.

"Why?"

"I don't feel like listening to it. If you could just change the station right now, that'd be good."

I didn't get it. I just turned the radio off and contunued driving.

"D, something wrong?"

He sighed. Long silence.

"Okay. If you don't wanna tell me--"

"Remember that time where I got shot in the leg?" He cut me off.

I kept my mouth shut at the flashback that kept playing back in my mind. "...y-yes..."

"I found the one who shot me."

I widened my eyes in shock. Just who was this bastard?

"Well, who was he?"

He stared at me before he told me the whole story...

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(Zayn's POV)

After two days, we finally settled in. We have enrolled in a school called "East Coast Academy of New York". After a week, classes will finally start and we can finally execute this plan once and for all.

But tomorrow, our concert will start and we have to get ready.

Harry was all cheeky ever since we arrived. I don't know what his chatmate had done to him, but it's kind of funny.

Jet lag. Again. Time for sleep...

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(Elena's POV)

I can't believe I just heard that story. I'm gonna kill that little skeez, I swear.

Demetrie never actually seen the face. But he's got a lead that the bastard was also in NYC. It even made me not want to listen to the radio. He just got the lead yesterday, and he was still enraged. I just let him sleep.

[28 hours later]

We finally arrived at our new house. Demetrie dropped me and my stuff off and told me that we were gonna enroll together before finally taking off to his apartment.

I opened the door and stormed upstairs to my new room and plopped on the bed. I really don't wanna see Christina's face right now. I just closed my eyes and told myself to unpack tomorrow.

I threw the newspaper that was sitting on my bed off before drifting off to sleep.

Last minute, I read "One Direction Concert In New York City."