The Bradford Bad Boy || (A Zayn Malik Story)

Chapter Six

Bella's pov

At around 5pm Zayn drops me back home. My parents cars aren't in the driveway so I guess they must be gone out.

"Where have you been since yesterday morning Bella?"Martin asks.

"I went to a party and stayed at a friends house"I quietly admit.

"Your parents are very angry,they know you snuck out"

Before I answer him my parents walk through the front door.

"There you are,Kitchen now"My mother says,anger clear in her eyes.

"Where have you been?You know you aren't allowed out especially without our permission"My father shouts,causing me to flinch.

"What kind of life is that?Im seventeen and I'm not allowed out with friends. Once I turn eighteen I'm leaving this house and I'm doing what I want. I'm sick of you two controlling my life. You don't care about me or Daniel. You only had us so someone can make money when you can't"I shout at my parents for the first time ever.

"How dare you. What has gotten into you?You've changed since we got here,and it's only been a week. This needs to stop, I'm not having it"My mother shouts even louder,and to my surprise her hand makes it's way across my face. I can't believe my own mother has slapped me. This proves to me that she doesn't care about me.

"I don't care what you want.All the two of you do is boss me around. You don't let me live. You're smothering me. No matter what you say I'm not doing it anymore. I'm old enough to make my own decisions"And with that,I run out of the room,holding back my tears,ignoring their shouts for me to come back.

I pick up my phone to text Zayn and tell him what happened.

To zayn:
-My parents know I snuck out. They started shouting at me,and my mom slapped me.

From Zayn:
Oh wow. Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?I can sneak in your bedroom window?.

To Zayn:
I'd love that. Please come over quick.

From Zayn:
I'm on my way x

I change into a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I remove my makeup and tie my hair up in a high ponytail.

I hear a quiet knock at my window. I turn around and open the curtains to see Zayn standing on my balcony.

He looks so handsome, wearing a denim shirt over a white t-shirt with his signature black jeans and black boots. His hair is ruffled messily,not in it's usual quiff,making him look ten times sexier.

The moon is shining on his tanned skin,showing off his sharp jawline and making his beautiful eyes glisten.

Once I open the balcony door,he engulfs me in a tight hug.

"Are you okay?"He asks taking my face in between his hands.

"I'm fine,I just got a bit of a shock"I quietly say,making sure my parents don't hear.

"Listen,You're the only person I truly care about,I'll always be here for you and I'll protect you. If you ever want to get away from your parents just come to mine"He whispers.

"Thank you Zayn, I'm happy I met someone like you"I smile.

"Actually there's this dance on Friday,Do you wanna go with me?"Zayn says shyly.

"Zayn Malik,Asking a girl to a dance"I laugh.

"I don't want to go but I don't want you going with anyone else."He chuckles.

"I'd love to go with you"I grin,pecking his cheek.