Things Happen For a Reason (Zayn Malik\Harry Styles)

I've Waisted My Time

"Five minutes till landing."

I'm here. I'm back in Bradford, my home town where everything started. It's nice to be here again, but I'm going to miss the boys and the girls so much. They really are my family, and I don't wanna lose them. Ever.

I felt the wheels on the plane hit the ground, making me jump in my seat, startling me. As it became to a stop, I unbuckled my seat belt and opened the top to grab my carry on. I put in on the floor and waited till we were released. When the pilot said we were able to get off, I ran out of there. I couldn't bare to be in there and have people standing on me. I'm very claustrophobic.

Once in the airport, my ears were filled with the usual accents from Bradford all over. I smiled to myself knowing that I would be hearing that a lot for a while. One accent that I heard reminded me of Zayn's. It was very thick, slow and deep. It was very awkward listening to him speak since I was right behind him.

I walked away from the man and began to walk to the luggage drop. While I was waiting, I began think of what made me leave. Harry Styles. All this time I thought he was a gentle, caring guy, but it the inside he is a monster. Yeah, I did tell him that I still loved Zayn, but that doesn't give him the right to push me around and tell me that I'm "His". Sorry Harry, but you don't own me.

I didn't even realize that I was caught up in my thinking when my luggage past me. It was already on the other side! I ran over to grab it, but a man beat me.

"This yours?" He asked chuckling, I nodded and took it from his grasp.

"Thanks. If you didn't grab it, my luggage would probably be in Asia or something." I joked, making him laugh. I looked up at him and saw that he was already staring at me. I looked down to my feet until the man chuckled.

"I'm David. I prefer Dave though."

"Well Dave, I'm Natalie. But, it was nice meeting you, but I really gotta go." I stated, walking backwards. He walked up to me and grabbed my arm.

"Your a sweet girl Natalie. You remind me of my wife." He said, pointing to a lady with a little baby in her hands. She waved to him and he waved back. I smiled at her, but realized she looked awfully familiar. I turned my head a bit, focusing on her when she turned her head towards me. Even from far away, I recognized that lady.

"If you don't mind me asking, but what's your wife's name?" I asked.

"Brooklynn." He answered proudly, looking back at her. I gasped at his words and stepped backwards. That woman was my mother. My mother that left me when I was only sixteen. Anger rushed up to my head, heat filling my cheeks. I looked back at the man and saw him looking at me confused.

"You alright?" He asked quietly.

"I wanna meet your wife." I demanded, already walking over there ignoring his answer which was "Yes." As I got closer, she looked over at us and her eyes went wide. Someone remembers me.

I finally got to her and gave her a quick glare before looking at this baby. This is what she left me for?

"Natalie?" She asked quietly, looking at me in disbelief. I rolled my eyes and moved my attention back towards her.

"Hello Mum. Where have you been all my life? Oh that's right, you left me." I hissed at her harshly, gaining and push from behind me. I turned around and faced Dave. I smiled at him and looked back at my mother, giving her a glare. He pulled me aside, away from my mother.

"What the hell? That's my wife, even if she is your mother. Don't talk to her like that." He whispered harshly, I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"You don't understand Dave. She practically left me alone when my dad died! Don't you think that's a bit harsh?" I asked him, looking into his eyes, searching for an answer. He sighed to himself and looked back at me.