You and Zayn talked about a lot of things. Then, the conversation changes course. “So how long until we get to your father’s house or wherever we are meeting him at?” “We are very close actually. Just a couple towns away, and by the way this might not go as expected…” You took the next exit. “Because he doesn’t know at I’m coming, that we’re coming.” Zayn shot a look at me. “He doesn’t know?” You bite your lip, and nod. “No, no he doesn’t.”
Within the hour you arrived at the house. “Wow, you’re rich?” Zayn asked you. “Correction, my father is rich.” You both walked up the sidewalk, and you rang the doorbell. This lady in a maid’s outfit answered the door. “Hello, is Alexander home?” She seemed to be a very kind lady. “Yes, he’s in his study. Do you want me to take you there? May I take your jackets?” She reached her hand out. You never liked this type of life, that’s why you left. “I know the way; don’t announce that I’m here. My father will find out soon enough that I am here to see him. And you don’t need to take our jackets, this won’t take long. He probably treats you horribly, here.” You reached into your purse and gave her a $20 bill. She just looked at you thankfully. You smiled at her.
You grab Zayn’s hand and walked away. Every turn that you made, Zayn just looked all around. “You used to live here?” “Yes, until I was able to live on my own. Then I left.” You stopped in front of a closed door. “Ready? Here we go.” You took a deep breath and opened the door. You saw him, he was busy at work. “Hello there.” You finally spoke to him. He looked up to you, and put the work he hands in his hands on the desk. He simply smiled. “Okay look, before you say anything, I’m not here to come back and live with you. But you’re always saying that you haven’t been a good enough father to me. I need a favor.” He got up out of his seat. “I’m doing great these days. I’ve missed you too. Stay for a few, I haven’t seen you in a long time. Who’s this?” He was looking straight at Zayn.
“My best friend, my boyfriend, and someone who I won’t let you manipulate father.” You squeezed Zayn’s hand, and then he looked at you. “It’s getting late; you should stay the night sweetheart.” It was now just passed 10:30. “Fine, but I need some money.” You looked him right in the eye. “How much do you need?” “However much you’re willing to give.” You told him. “You’re sweet, beautiful, kind with a little spice, and not even close to greedy. You reminded me of your mother.” “Damn it, dad, I’m not here for a trip down memory lane.”
“I am going to give 10 grand. You don’t have a choice.” You didn’t want to argue, but that was way too much fucking much to have in cash. “Well it’s getting late and today has been exhausting.” You and Zayn begin to walk out the door as your father speaks to you, “Are you going to tell me what you’re running from?” You froze and just looked over at Zayn.
