Chapter 4

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*Acacia's p.o.v*

I was gently being shook and I felt a pair of lips connect with my cheek. I let out a sigh and opened my eyes, I saw that it was Zayn. I smiled to him.

"Good morning love." He said and sat on the edge of my bed, "I'll be driving you to school, since your dad is running late for work. He was suppose to be in early, but forgot." He said with a smile.

"Ok, what time is it?" I asked.

"Well you better not take a shower today, because I let you sleep in a bit." he smiled.

"Ok, thanks Zayn." I said. He nodded and left the room. I got up off the bed and walked to my closet. I grabbed a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. I quickly put the clothes on and slipped on a pair of uggs. I went in the bathroom and straightened my hair. I put on some cover-up and mascara. I grabbed my book bag and phone and went down stairs.

"ready?" Zayn asked. I nodded slightly with a small smile. He grabbed my book bag from me, we both walked out to his car. Zayn started the car and started driving. I was shaking my leg the whole way to school. I just didn't wanna be hurt again. I suppose I have to get use to it.

I walked to my locker and quickly grabbed my books and got to class. Class was the usually for the most part. Just the teacher talking about stuff I really don't care about. Half way through class the intercom came on.

"Can we have Acacia to the office please. She has a phone call." The lady said. Everyone looked at me. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I hate being the center of attention. I grabbed my stuff off my desk and walked down to the office.

"Hi, I'm here for a phone call." I said. The lady pointed me to the phone. I grabbed the phone.

"Hello." I said nervous.

"Hello, is this Acacia Cowell?" A man asked.

"Yes, I'm Acacia." I said and sat down in a near by seat.

"Well, I have something to tell you." He said.

"Uh, ok. May I ask who this is?" I asked being polite.

"My name is Mike Sherman." He said.

"Ok, what do I need to know? I asked and drummed my fingers on thighs.

"well, your father, Simon Cowell, has got into a car accident. He was speeding and hit a on coming car. We know you are too young to take car of yourself, so we will have someone come to your school and pick you up. You will come to the hospital. There is a slim chance he will make it. If he doesn't we will find someone to take care of you." He explained. I felt tears start to flow.

"Ok, thank you sir." I said and hung up. I walked to the lady at the front. "Can I go to my locker to get my things and just stay down here, since someone is picking me up?" I asked.

"Of course." she said with an apologetic smile. I smiled and grabbed my things and went to my locker. I grabbed my book bag and looked at my phone. I saw I had a text from Zayn.

To:Acacia

From: Bradford Bad Boi

hey Acacia, I herd what happened. I will be picking you up. See you soon.

I sighed and shoved my phone in my pocket. I walked back down by the main enterence, which is by the office, I sat down on a couch outside of the office. I put my head in my hands and began to cry. After a few moments I felt a hand on my back.

"Are you ok love?" I looked over to see Zayn by me. I shook my head. He pulled me in his lap and wrapped his arms around me. I laid my head on his shoulder and cried. I felt him pick me up and bring me outside.

"Where am I going to stay?" I asked worried.

"Don't give your hopes up now." He said. I sat me down in the passenger seat. He got in on the driver side. "Whatever does happen I'll be here for you." He said with a smile.

"Thank you Zayn." I said. He nodded and placed his hand on my knee. It was about 10 more minutes before we were in the hospital. I let out a shaky sigh before getting out of the car. Zayn rubbed my back as we walked in the hospital. Me and Zayn walked to the front desk to know the room number. We started to walk to his room.

"you can go in first. I'll stay here." Zayn said.

"you sure?" I asked. He nodded. I took a deep breathe and walked into the room. I let the tears flow as I saw him. He looked dead already. I walked to the bed and pulled a chair to the bed. I grabbed his hand and let the teas fall more.

"Hi Dad." I said. "Please don't leave me. I can't live without my favorite person in the whole wide world." I bit my lip to try to stop the tears from falling. "Remember that time I was in the school play and I said 'hi Daddy' in the middle of the performance. What if you go? I can't do that kind of stuff anymore. Who is going to be by my side no matter what mistakes I make?" I said and more tears came flowing. I stood up and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. "I love you Daddy." I walked out of the room and shut the door.

Zayn saw I was crying more, He quickly brought me into a hug.

"It's all going to be ok." he said and kissed the top of my head. "I'm going to go see him, then I'll take you to my place." He said. I nodded and sat in chairs outside of the room.

It was about 5 minutes until Zayn came out of the room. He grabbed my hand and led me to the car.

"Do you want to go to your house and get some clothes and stuff like that?" He asked. I nodded. "Ok, then we will go to my house." He said. He started the car and drove to my house.

Once we were at my house I got out of the car and ran in and up to my room. I grabbed two suit cases. I put my clothes In those. I grabbed my book bag and put a couple family pictures in there along with my laptop and chargers.

I walked out of the house and looked back at the house I grew up in, I felt more tears fall. I put my bags in the trunk of Zayn's car. I got in the passenger seat.

"Let's go." I said. Zayn smiled and drove off in the car.

A/N:

Please tell me what you think. I believe I'm going to do one more chapter in Little Things then put that on hold and start a different story. Leave me ideas for a sequel of the adopted story. please. I want it so you all can pitch in and you will like it. :)

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