"Wait- what do you mean right now?''
"M'dads orders, now or no kid, the little boys dying " she sobbed wiping her eyes
shes only known shes been pregnant for maybe two days? or honestly..she probably knew a while now, but shes playing that hormonal role well.
"Some grandfather our little one will have" i shook my head, he couldnt have called maybe an hour earlier to tell us the change in plans again? cause damn wow. everyone left to look for Louis.
"Zayn, stop its my dad you're talking about" she yelled at me, still using my arm to get up, though.
"Your dad had killed your mother that way, Sarah Malik god forbid. i don't want you anywhere near there" i sighed softly as i walked into the bathroom, splashing water on my face, wet hair, sticking down upon my forehead.
"I'm going, Zayn I don't care!" She yelled as she forcefully stomped against the carpeted floors, the echo loud. Sounding like a thud against the bed frame & wall.
No one would do it this early in the morning, but ya know. Kinky fucks would.
I chased after the raven, who was beginning to squeeze into her jeans. But she was perfect to me.
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Louis POV
At this point, I was just roaming the streets of NYC, the city that never slept. Last night wasn't that bad, sleeping with hobos is actually kinda cool. Unless you count the hookers that were trying to get into my pants. Not fun.
I walked past a couple of parks til I spotted something familiar, a Football /soccer/ I haven't seen one in this strange land yet.
I walked up to the field, the posts were rusted and it hurt to see them unpainted.
I bit my lip as I watched a female, who wasn't dressed the best, dark tan and long raven hair. Her nose piercing distracted from her shoes, she wasn't even wearing cleats.
I crossed my arms as the girl attempted to kick the ball into the net, somehow failing and falling on her bum.
She was unique and didn't remind me of my exes at all.
They were perfect. Eleanor being a perfect example of a model, great height, nice smile, great figure and could dress very well.
Sarah could be a model as well, no flaws she personality shined, her face was to die for not to mention her body was so fucking fit and she is short, made her perfectly imperfect. The type I like..
This girl I could easily point out her flaws, but she didn't seem to care
"Get your dick out of your ass and hand me the ball fuck boy" the woman yelled, her voice kinda just uhm. No comment.
I smirked to myself as I rolled back the ball, as I took a step back, taking a quick shot, landing straight into the net.
"That my dear is how to treat something so precious well" I rolled my eyes, my accent thick.
"Whoa, Brit boy. I'm world famous. Don't be hating" she rolled her eyes and slid on her glasses.
"For being rubish?" I remarked as she approached me.
"I can tell you know your stuff, you look like you need a place to stay, and I need help, I'm Cam" she extended her arm out as I chuckled
"I'm Louis, Louis T" I quickly shook her hand as I followed her out the park and to her house.
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Sarah POV*
"And baby, I left enough money, and numbers for you to call if anything. And god if ANYTHING happens to you and the baby, your father is done for" zayn peppered my face with kisses as he took out two bags.
"Zay.. Don't think negative, I pressed a kiss to his lips as I kept my hands in my pockets, fumbling with my watch.
he pressed a kiss to my forehead as I walked into one building and he went into the other.
I covered the cameras, as I rubbed my tummy, going near the bank tellers
I sighed as I looked around and out the building, no sight of Zayn.
I looked down at my watch 2:34pm
I bit my lip as I walked away, and fast, almost jogging into a safe place, far away from the buildings, that I could be in 2 minutes of walking as I closed my eyes.
I looked around as I took a seat on a bench near the Statue of Liberty, o stared down at my watch with a nervous sigh, my bottom lip trembling
I tapped my Nike on the floor as my heart beat started to increase, I pressed a hand upon my stomach, taking a deep sigh.
I was okay, I was alive.
But
Zayn wasn't here.. And didn't message me.
I looked back down.
A couple hours later I looked around and I absolutely knew this was the spot we were suppose to meet up, but
Zayn was not there...
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HOLYY SHIT IM CRYING THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER FOR THIS BOOK!
Buuut. I'm making a sequel, it'll he called "Escape" wonder what that'll be about ;))
Stay tuned though!
I'll post the link later.
