Third Person
The soft melody of of 18 by One Direction rings out loudly through the small, almost empty flat as the dark haired boy stirs awake.
18 had been the dark haired, dark skinned boys favourite song, mostly because his lover had sounded like an angle.
When it had came to his lovers solo he sighed as tears escaped his beautiful honey brown eyes.
He picks up his phone and cringes when he sees the caller I.D.
Naughty Boy.
Z: H-Hello?
NB: Hey Zaynie boy. Let's cut right to the chase, I need you to come in to my studio by 7:30. Got it, bye.
Z: B- *click*
More tears leak out of his sad, red eyes as he dials the number he had memorised by heart.
401-739-0275
*Hi this is Louis and sorry I haven't answered your call. It's probably because I'm with my boyfriend Zayn, I'll call you back as soon as I can. If you could leave your name and phone number I will call back soon. beeeep
The teary eyed boy calls his lover over four times a day just to hear his angelic voice.
Naughty Boy had completely taken over his life, human rights, and all his choices.
Naughty Boy had forced poor Zayn to change his number, e-mail, even his home.
But worst of all, Naughty Boy had taken all his money, Zayn had to ask for any money he needed and what he needed it for.
Zayn had moved to a small town in the United States, more specifically he moved to a tiny state called Michigan, living in a small village called Brooklyn.
Brooklyn had everything, a small grocery store, a pharmacy, three gas stations, a McDonalds, a BigBoy, a Subway, three pizza places, a Chinese restaurant, and two banks.
Naughty Boy's studio was located in a rather large and ratchet city named Detroit.
Zayn had remembered doing many concerts there, at Ford Field.
He had met six amazingly pretty girls there named, Rachel, Mckenzie, Rylee, Brianna, Breonna, and Patricia.
Zayn of course was gay and was in love with Louis, but still thought the six young girls were unforgettably beautiful.
They had met backstage after the girls had gotten hurt in the crowd, being too poor to afford backstage passes.
He remembered that they mentioned they all lived in Brooklyn Michigan!
He searched them all up on Twitter and followed all six girls before putting them all in a group message with him.
The first message to appear was from the girl named Rachel.
@ray_1d324: Zayn?! What's going on?
@zaynmalik1d: Listen I need all of your girls help. I know I seem like an asshole for leaving the band but I regret every minute.
@yoitsbrianna: Zayn??
@zaynmalik1d: Hello lovely.
@mack227: Omg guys it's Zayn fucking Malik!
@zaynmalik1d: Hi 😊
@ry_ry76: I'm still mad at you Zayn.
@zaynmalik1d: I don't blame you love.😔
@bree_2075: What's going on?
@patty_702: I have no idea.
@zaynmalik1d: Listen I was tired of getting hate, and Harry getting all the attention. So I left. But now I regret it. But Naughty Boy took all of my money and I really want to go back to the band, but I need all of your girls help. So please, will you help me?
@ray_1d324: Yes. I love Zouis.
@youiysbrianna: Yeah.
@mack227: Yass.
@ry_ry76: Sure.
@mia_2075: Hell yeah!
@patty_702: Yus.
@zaynmalik1d: Okay thanks, I love all of you but I need to go now. Bye loves 💕💕😘
Zayn looks over at the bedside clock and in bold red letters it read 6:26am.
Zayn is in a long ride.
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Coming Back to You *SUPER SLOW UPDATES*
FanfictionZayn Malik, ex-boyband member. He had everything anyone could want, money, fame, his loving boyfriend of almost five years. But yet, Zayn was not happy. He didn't like the fame or the money, all he cared about was his boyfriend, Louis. So, he left...
