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CAROLINE
Two days after finding out I was still in shock, even after Victoria reassured me that she was coming in from America to help me cope. She was supposed to come today after she asked permission from her dad to go on “vacation” in London.
So here I was riding to the airport as if I was on autopilot. Whenever my dad talked to me on those brief moments before he had to go to the office I tried my best not to look him in the eye. Often times the conversation went like this:
“Caroline I’m going to work.” My dad would say.
“Okay.” I would mumble.
“Is everything alright?” He would ask.
“Yea.”
And then he would leave with a bewildered expression, but if he wanted to pry he didn’t ask me anything. It was one of those things that I liked about my father. He didn’t snoop partly because he was too proud to ask me anything and partly because he was far too busy to give me a shoulder to cry on. The car stopped and I got out of the vehicle and stood in the middle of the clearing.
“Victoria, where are you?” I whispered.
Standing there alone in the middle of a meadow with the sky so blue and the wind so gentle where Victoria was supposed to land I felt a sort of melancholy. The driver was still in the car and although I didn’t have a single inkling as to who he was I still wanted him to stand beside me. So at least I know someone was there and I wasn’t completely alone.
“Caroline!” I heard helicopter blades not far away and the unmistakable shout of my cousin.
I waved my hands in the air as the helicopter made a steady landing. After the copter got stable Victoria instantly jumped out and raced towards me scooping me up in a hug.
“Ohhhhh, Vicky!” I wheezed out.
“Caroline, are you okay?” She placed her hands on my shoulder and looked at me straight.
“Yes, I’m fine why wouldn’t I be?” I tried to give her a reassuring smile but she just frowned and pulled me into another bear hug.
“Come on.” Victoria took my hand and pulled me inside the car.
“Vicky, I’m so glad you’re here.” I smiled.
“Shhh, I feel really really guilty. I feel like I was responsible for all of this.” She sighed deeply and cast me an apologetic look.
“No, that’s not true. You only took me to the party but you didn’t introduce me to Zayn and ultimately lead me to go home with him.” I said.
“Speaking of Zayn, are you going to tell him?” She asked.
I had mulled and thought about it for the past couple of days. The child would not be good for Zayn or his career. Millions of fans would hate me and him. This would be a nightmare for him if it leaked out almost as much as it would be for me.
“No, I’m not going to tell him.” I said with confidence. It was best for him and for the baby.
“He’s the father, doesn’t he have a right to know?” Vicky said again. She made a point but my decision wasn’t just made it was written in stone. Zayn maybe a lot of things but I knew he was a nice, decent man from the times I’ve spent with him. The bad boy image was only for shows and deep inside he was a softie.
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