Let's Call It Love [A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction]

Chapter 4

*Heeyy! So right now I'm posting everyday, if I can, but in a couple of weeks,school's gonna start where I live (I'm jelly of those who start summer in June) and I might just not be able to post all the time so, I'm gonna post on either Friday or Saturday night. But until then, enjoy chapter 4!

A/N

Zayn's POV

He was sitting in the taxi feeling anxious. Over the phone, Lana sounded horrible. She seemed just fine today though, what could've happened to her?

The taxi stopped across her complex and he shoved a couple of bills in the man's hand and went running.

He reached Lana's room and thanked God that she never locked it.

He gasped when he entered her flat. It was a mess. A picture frame was lying face down on the floor, a couple of her drawings were ripped to shreds but worst of all, Rodolphus, who she said was her most prized possession, had his strings curling up and a scissor was on the couch.

Zayn saw the small figure of Lana immediately. She was still sobbing but he couldn't see her face. His heart clenched as he wondered who could ever do this to her.

"Lana? Babe? What happened?" He said crouching next to her on the floor.

"Go away Zayn." Her voice was full of hurt and he knew he couldn't do what she asked so he sat next to her and put his arms over her shoulders. She faced him for a second, her eyes red from crying and tears on her face and continued to cry on his shoulder.

He instinctively ran his hand down her back and mumbled words to her like 'it's gonna be okay'.

After a while, her sobs stopped and her tears dried out and she was silent. "Lana? It gets better to talk about it, not keep it all inside." He said quietly.

"No. I've kept everything to myself except to him and that turned out to be a disaster."

So this was about her boyfriend. "You can tell me. I won't judge you or look at you differently." He said.

She sucked in her breath and drew away. "Zayn. Everybody in my life has judged me, pitied me and seemed to think that I wasn't good enough. Everybody. Why would you be any different?"

He looked at her. Really looked at her and his eyes told her all she needed to know. She exhaled a bit and started talking.

"It all started when my parents died. You see, both my mum and dad had no other relatives. They were only children and their parents had passed away already. I had no uncles or aunts or anything. After the crash, the government sent me to a Foster home.

It was okay I guess but I was still getting over my mum and dad and I didn't want to talk to anyone except Craig. He was only my best friend at the time and he liked to walk me around town to take my mind off things. One day, we stumbled upon a music shop. They sold guitars there and that's where I made a new friend.

The government had told me that my parents left me lots of money and of course, I asked the people at foster care if I could take a bit of it to buy the guitar and some lessons. They had to talk to my lawyer and arrange everything but in the end, I got Rodolphus and lessons everyday for two weeks.

Craig walked me to the shop everyday and watched me play. I had turned out to be a natural and they only needed to teach me all the chords which I memorized and that was that.

Things were alright for a few years. I got sent to some families but Craig was never too far away and my guitar was great company. I was fourteen then and that was when I had started song writing. It was horrible. Most of my songs were so sad that I made myself cry and I became the grieving little girl that I was.