Back and Forth

Chapter Sixteen

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I can't get Black Magic out of my head. It's a great song, just annoying to have stuck in your head.

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I rush all over the main part of Zayn's house cleaning. My parents should be here any minute and I need to make sure everything is as perfect as I can get it. Stella and Mikey are in their rooms, hopefully getting ready.

All I want to do is curl in a ball and bawl my eyes out, but just like my mom said, I need to look at least strong. I can't be the pathetic girl who cries all the time. At least I can't look like it. Thats why I have loads of concealer on to hide the dark bags under my eyes and why I forced myself to shower and look presentable. Because if I looked as bad as I feel I'm sure someone would check me into a psych ward.

The gate rings and I rush to let my parents in. I'm sure they are mad they had to come back to England so making them wait wouldn't be a good idea. I open the gate for them and wait for them to walk up. Seconds later they are walking in with their suitcases and I look at them weirdly.

"Why do you guys have your suitcases?" I ask.

"Why, hello to you too!" my mom sarcastically replies. "The house is getting a redone. That's why we decided to go back to the States."

"So you guys are staying here?" I basically squeak.

"Yes," my father answers. "Now let's talk."

"Okay," I lead them into the kitchen and we sit on the stools at the kitchen island.

"So what do you plan on doing?" My dad asks.

"You are in no condition to be looking after these kids," my mom says before I could answer.

"Your mom is right," my dad agrees. "You don't even have any of your own money. It's either ours or Zayn's."

"Plus you are not where you should be in your life and this will only slow you down."

"You need to really mature more and grow as a person-"

"Like you should have a long time ago," my mom interrupts my dad.

"Before you look after kids." my dad finishes.

"I-"

"If you would have finished school like any successful person had done, then you'd been way past ready for this task thrown at you," mom says.

"Yes," dad agrees. "You either need to go back or get a job."

"Look-"

"Now that we settled that you are in no shape of taking care of anyone besides yourself. Which is still a bit questionable. What is up with you and Zayn? We saw the photos and articles, but decided that those aren't very trustworthy." mom changes the topic.

"What a-"

"If they are true though, you should have been gone the minute you found out. But since you are still here, we are assuming they were false?" my dad asks. "Because we raised a daughter who is strong and independent, right?"

"Right." my mom answers him. "But those pictures are hard to deny the truth, so maybe you aren't the daughter we thought you were."

"That's very-"

"Will you two quite that!" I finally blow up. "I'm not here to listen to you two have a conversation about me! Zayn and I are no longer together," I lie, in sake for making my life better. "The pictures were taken after we broke up. And since Zayn is still on tour we decided it'd be fine if I stayed here until I found my own place."

"Why didn't you inform us about this earlier?" my mother glares at me.