I wasn't in Bradford this summer.
I was in Positano, Italy.
Vacationing/house-sitting for my English Professor Sr. Clemmons.
These are the perks of being Zayn Malik.
Head of my class and also being that one student who loved Harry Styles as much as...
No one could really blame me for the amount of aggression I displayed when throwing my bag into the car. Could they?
I was seething.
This was Jeff's idea of "fixing" things.
Getting rid of me?
And where was Harry in all of this? Did he know when he left Seattle?!
I knew what I was getting into as far as keeping our relationship secret but there is absolutely no way I'm willing to be kept away from my child or even him.
I was bouncing my leg like a mad man staring out the window when I got a notification.
They'd apparently staged a proposal and photos got "leaked".
Or was it a staging? The way things were going, I honestly started feeling like there's a possibility he could marry her.
F*ck this.
"Turn around." I told the driver.
The driver looked in his rear view mirror with a look of horror on his face.
"But, sir I have orders to..." he started.
"I said TURN AROUND!" I said, raising my voice and cutting him off.
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As soon as he could he turned the car around and headed back in the direction we'd come from.
A few miles before reaching our house...Harrys House, I redirected him.
"Turn here." I said
"Where are we..." he questioned
"Turn. Here." I said sternly.
The Azoffs residence.
The few times I'd met Shelli she seemed like a very sweet motherly woman.
And at this point of desperation, I was willing to shoot all my shots.
Sorry Jeffrey. I'm not going away that easily.
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I was hoping I could reason with her and plead my case.
Bat my eyes and make her feel sorry enough to give me the info I needed.
I managed to get my way into the gate citing a need for a quick conversation.
Okay, yes, I lied. I tried to make her think I was planning a surprise for H.
She bit.
I walked into this gigantic foyer, waiting for her to meet me there.
"Zayn! Honey! How are you?" She said walking toward me with open arms.
My hope was that Jeff wouldn't assume that I would go this route, so he hadn't gotten to her yet.
