He's my son (One Direction)

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Zayn kept banging on the door and yelling for me to open it. I had almost planned ten ways to murder him.

"Are you okay Ally? I'm sorry I went mad last night. I haven't been sleeping well and I'm taking my anger out on you."

Maybe I was acting childish, but for all the right reasons. I didn't want to crush him. I needed to get fresh air. I gabbed my purse me jacket. My uggs were by the front door so I had to go out there and grab them. I wiped my tears and took a deep breath. I unlocked the door and opened it. Zayn was standing there and looked mad. He was blocking me from getting out. He wouldn't move his arm from the door way.

"Zayn can you pease move your arm." My voice was emotionless and low.

"Tell me the answer and I will." He didn't move an inch. He didn't take his eyes off me, not even for a second.

"I can't." I rubbed my hand over my face and tried to calm down.

"Why Ally, I'm a big boy I can take it." I was getting so irritated and gave him. If it hurt him then it was his problem.

"Because I knew you'd hurt him like you hurt me. That one day you'd say fuck it and leave. You partied all the time and I didn't want to put Nathaniel through what I went through. Harry to him was his father and I knew he wouldn't up and leave for a hot piece of ass. As long as he had someone who loved him and would stick around was good enough for him. I couldn't stand to see him when you'd say you had to go away for a while and never come back. I couldn't do that to him, I wasn't going to set expectations that would only lead to disappointments!" I yelled, but my voice cracked because I had started crying.

Zayn dropped his arm and walked away. I followed him because I shouldn't have said it like that, I was a bitch. I followed him up the steps but when he got to his bedroom he slammed the door I my face. I knew it'd hurt him, he just has to be pushy. I sat on a step and cried. I could hear him cry a little. He was sniffling and I heard his voice slightly as he cried. See I mess everything up! I can't do anything right. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and walked down the steps and towards my room. I dialed Jessica.

"Hey how did the prono go?" He asked and it sounded like she was watching a horror movie, I could hear a girl screaming.

"Not, not good. Can I, can stay the night with, with you tonight." My voice kept giving out because of my crying.

"Of corse you can. I'll go get some BEn & Jerry'a for you. I'll leave my key under the top invade you get here before I do."

"Okay bye."

I started taking some clothes out of the dresser. I'll come back when things cool down, I mean I hope they do. I put my clothes in my big bag that I used for when I went to the beach. I walked up the stairs to the front door. I stopped and ran up the steps an knocked on Zayn's door.

"I'm going to Jessica's. I'll be back tomorrow." I said and started walking down the steps when he opened his door.

"Don't leave." He said insistently. His eyes were red and his nose was too. He changed into a black tee shirt and he had sweats on.

"I think it's best if I leave you a lone to think for a while." I turned around and walked towards the door.

"No, come lay down with me. We'll take a nap and then figure stuff out. Okay?" He walked down the stairs and took my bag out of my hand and sat it on the floor. He took my hand and I followed him into his bedroom. I took my jacket and boots off. I laid in bed next to him and he wrapped his arm around me. After a fight with Harry we would be mad at each other for days, but with Zayn it was different.