Remember Me (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 19

*EMMAS POV*

Zayn takes me upstairs to where he said his room would be. We walk in and I see four guys, a girl, and a baby. Zayn looks to me to see if I recognized any of them. I gaze at all 6 of them sitting there. My eyes lock on the girl. I knew her. I knew that I recognized her. I point at her, "I know you." I say

She looks surprised and she stands up and walks over to me. "You know who I am, Emma?" she asks me. 

I knew that I had seen her before. I recall her name being Carley. I could never forget her. She has this recognizeable beauty to her. "Yeah, your names Carley, right?" I ask her.

She squeals and jumps up and down. "YES!" she screams, "Yes my name is Carley. Emma i'm so glad you remember me!" she jumps on my squeezing me in a hug. 

Why was she doing this to me? I have never even talked to her. I just recognized her from a magazine. I knew she was a model and I recognized her from a shoot in a magazine. 

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you. I just remember seeing you in a magazine that I was reading at the hospital." I tell her. "I'm so sorry. How do I know you?" 

Her happy expression fades and she starts look away and cry. She had silent sobs as tears fell from her eyes, "I'm your bestfriend, Emma." she says to me still looking away. "My daughter is named after you." shes pauses, "We model together. You really don't remember me?"

"I'm sorry." I say softly. "No."

She fakes a smile, I could tell. "I have to put Darcy down for a nap." she walks over and grabs the baby from a curly headed boys arms. She walks away. I could tell she was upset.

The boys that had been sitting on the couch stand up and walk over to me. 

The one with curly brown hair that had been holding the baby says, "I'm Harry." I smile and another boy with blonde hair and braces, obviously from Ireland because of his accent says, "I'm Niall." Another one with a brown buzzed cut hair says, "I'm Liam." The last one with spiky brown hair says "I'm Louis."

None of them looked familiar. I assumed that these were Zayn's friends. "It's nice to meet all of you." I say with a smile. "You know, if I haven't already met you." This earns a laugh out of all of them. 

*ZAYNS POV*

After Emma gets reacquainted with all of them I lean down and whisper in Emma's ear, "Wanna take a walk?" She nods her head telling me she would. I tell the boys and Carley that we were gonna go and they all wave good bye to us. 

Carley had taken everything really hard. She has known Emma longer then I have and seeing Emma like this really took a tole on her. 

We walk outside onto the streets and just take a walk down the streets of New York. "Zayn, this may sound odd, but why do I have to wear this damn wig? What happened at the hospital?" she asks me.

This surprises me. They never told her? "Well, Emma, you had a tumour in your brain, so they had to surgically remove it. Thats why they shaved your head." I tell her.

I almost completely forgot they shaved her head. The wig she was wearing looked so real. It looked exactly like her hair. 

"Oh." she says. "And am I really a model?" she asks.

I chuckle and reply, "Yes and you are very good at it."

She smiles and before she says anything we are interrupted by someone behind us screaming, "HEY MALIK!"

I turn around to see Emma's ex, Jason coming up behind us. Emma squeals, "Jason!" and runs up and jumps in his arms. So she remembers him? But what does she remember about him?

Jason looks shocked and confused, "You see, Zayn, they always come running back." he says to me.

My fists clench, I need to contain myself so I don't scare Emma off. "Emma get away from him." I say.

"No, Zayn, Jason's my boyfriend. I remember." she says.

"Emma, you don't understand. Just listen to me." I tell her.

"No, Zayn, I hardly know you." she says to me. 

Jason was getting a kick out of this as he wrapped his arms around Emma. My blood was boiling. I couldn't punch him. Emma would never come back to me, if I did. I could no longer resist. I turned and I ran, I ran as fast as I could away from them. I probably should of never did this, but it was the only way for me to not punch the shit out of him. 

I needed to get Emma to realize that he is not who she thinks he is.