My new maid||h.s.(english)

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a/n: Zayn omg I love him so much, I hope he's happy with his decision and lives a happy life

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Sam's POV

"You will call me if you need anything, alright?" Zayn told me when we were in front of my apartment.

"Of course babe, thank you for earlier." I smiled at him.

" Anything for you. I'm sorry Louis treated you that way, what did he want?" He tilted his head to the side.

"He was looking for a guy with brown hair and a football uniform." I said and his eyes widened in realization.

"So that's why.." he trailed off.

"Is something wrong? Don't make me worry, please." I said.

A hundred of thoughts were in my mind but not one made sense, all they did was confusing me.

"The guy Louis was looking for is new here and goes to our school too. Maybe you have seen him but can't recognize him. He's in Liam's and Niall's group, you know, 'the bad-boys' how we call them." He said while laughing and then became serious.

"Don't go near them, they aren't the best company and you know it." I just nodded at his words.

"You haven't told me his name yet." I stated. He sighed and said.

"Harry Styles." He said in a bitter voice.

I never heard that name before, I guess no one really talked about him in school or maybe it was just me that didn't pay attention.

"You sound like you aren't very fond of him."

" Yeah, even though he's in our team I don't like him. He has this negative vibe around him, I can't put my finger on it. " he shrugged, not making eye-contact with me.

"I'll try to keep me away from him, you know how I feel towards his group of friends." I said, trying my best to keep me from those thoughts. Those guys made me feel so miserable when I was just a freshman. They used to bully me constantly and I guess their words are still in my head, reminding me how worthless and ugly I am.

Zayn put his hand on my cheek in an awkward way, like he didn't know how to make me feel better. His touch wasn't making me feel the same extraordinary sensation anymore and I started to think that it was my fault.

"I, uh, I better go inside before my mom starts to worry. I'll see you tomorrow." I said and left a kiss on his cheek.

"Goodnight Sam, sleep tight."

"Goodnight."

I then entered the complex of apartments and entered mine and saw my mom preparing the table for dinner. I quickly got in my room, wore some comfortable clothes and sat myself on a chair.

"Johnny! Dinner is ready!" My mom shouted and soon enough my little brother came and sat beside me on the empty chair.

"So? How did it go? Did they accept you for that job Zayn was talking about?" My mother asked.

"Actually yes, tomorrow is my first day. There's just a tiny problem.." I trailed off not knowing how she would take the news.

"What is it?" she asked me curiously.

"I kind of have to move there to look after her son and take care of the house." I closed my eyes not wanting to hear her answer.

"Move there Sam? What about school? What about us?" she asked worried and kinda hurt.