Dad? [zayn malik ddm fanfiction]

Chapter 7// I miss you

It was finally saturday. Mom went grocery shopping, Anna went to stay at a friends house for the night, Dad was in his office, and i’m in my room, thinking of a new way to have dad speak to me.

To be honest, i miss dad like crazy..  i miss when we used to draw together, and when we used to watch every movie in our movie case on sundays. We always went for walks in the park, and he always held my hand.

One of the things i miss the most about when i was younger with him was, whenever i couldn’t sleep, or i was upset, he would always sing to me.

Once i snap out of my daze, i wipe the tears off my cheeks, and stand up. I walk down the hallway and stand in front of his office door. I take a deep breath and hope for the best. I open the door, and see dad sitting at his desk.

“D-daddy?” i whimper.

He looks up from the paper he was reading and looks at me with a questioning look, without realising my tear filled eyes.

I walk in the room a bit more,

“C-can we talk?” i stutter.

“Talk.”

“N-no N-not just me talking.. y-you too.”

“Rochelle, hurry up i’m busy and don’t have time for your monkey buisness.” he states.

I sigh shakily and walk around behind his desk where he sat.

“Dad..i..”

“Spit it out rochelle!” he snaps.

“I miss you okay?! i miss how close we used to be. I miss our walks in the parks, and our little drawing sessions. I miss everything about you daddy.. I just don’t understand why you hate me so much!” i yell out, with frustrated tears running down my cheeks.

He looks shocked at my little outburst.

“I’m sorry that i can’t be as perfect as Anna ok? i never will be as perfect as her, but i will try to be.. i’ll try to be perfect for you… as long as you’ll start talking to me again.. and start loving me again..” i mumbled the last part.

“i… i don’t know what to say..” he mumbles.

“of course you don’t! You don’t know what to say because you don’t love me anymore!” i sob out.

“that’s true..” he mumbles.

“w-what?” i whimper and look him in the eyes dead on.

Realization comes to him, and panic, guilt, and hurt fill his eyes.

i look at him as tears silently fall down my pinkish red cheeks.

I turn around and head for the door,

“R-rochelle, i didn’t mean t-that.” he stutters.

“sure you didn’t..” i whisper and walk out the door, down the hall, and into my room.

For the rest of the day, i stayed in my bedroom while listening to coldplay and continued drawing.

It was once again, time for dinner, and this time, i was actually hungry.

When i was called down for dinner, i put my pencil down, and headed downstairs. Mom doesn’t know about the little run i had with dad earlier.

I sit down at the table and wait for mum to sit down. Dad’s already sitting at the head of the table.

I see him look over at me through my peripheral vision, but i keep my gaze down at my food. When mom sits down, we all begin to eat in silence.

Once were all finished, i put my plate in the sink and begin to head upstairs, without a word spoken.