Hey it's me. Again
This is a Zayn one. I hope you like it. But first I have a few words.
First off, this is the my story. Don't tell me how to write it please. And if you have a rude comment to make, I will not hesitate to block you. I'm just saying this because I have personal experience. :) I don't mean to be so rude.
I understand this may have the same concept as some other story you have read. But hey, it's probably a coincidence. Okay? If I do use the same concept I know about, I will make sure to have permission from the other writer.
Okay, now that that's settled, here you go! :)
Kelly yawns and stretches her little arms, as her eyes flutter open. She groans as she pulls the warm pillow closer to her face, and shuts her eyes again.
"Girls!" The voice booms.
Which startles the poor girl, making her grumble and get out of bed. She trudged into the bathroom, as so did many other girls. Kelly stands on her stool, and quickly brushes her teeth, hair, and washes her face.
She pulls on her uniform, which was a white button up, a pleaded navy blue skirt, a matching navy blue blazer, and her knee high white socks. She buckles her blue flats and runs down the stairs.
Kelly was left at the doorstep
of Saint Elizabeth's Catholic
Home for Girls, at three days
of birth, due to her mother
being only nineteen years old,
and not having a job.
Kelly is now only 4 years old,
the youngest at the home.
She gets picked on by most of
the girls there, as a result
of her being so clumsy, and small.
Kelly had long brown hair, and
dark chocolate eyes. She was
also very small for her age, also
another reason she's picked on.
The 'sisters', or the 'nuns',
were especially careful with the
small girl, for she had a bad
case of separation anxiety,
and she also had really bad
asthma. She would get
attacks, when the girls picked
on her too roughly.
Though, Kelly was actually a
very sweet girl in real life.
She would always dream of
having a friend to who
she can tell anything to.
But she didn't. So she shuts
people out, and leaves
when the girls are having
game nights, play time,
tea time, Kelly leaves everything.
. . .
Zayn groans when his phone wakes him from a deep slumber.
"Hello?" His voice is raspy and hoarse, since he had just woken.
"Hello Zayn? Remember what we spoke about yesterday? About adopting?" It was Zayns mum. Zayn rubs his eyes tiredly, and throws his legs to the side of the bed, and gets up on his feet.
"Yeah...yeah. Go on mum." Zayn mumbles throwing on some black joggers, and a random patterned t-shirt, and walking into the bathroom, to brush his teeth.
"Well...I got Waliyah to figure something out for you. And there's a home for girls right down the street from your apartment in London! Zayn, all you have to do is call, and set up an appointment!" She lets out happily, knowing her son would be beyond exited.
His eyes light up, as he rinses his mouth. "Really?! Oh my gosh mum! That's great! Can you text me the number?" He shouts happily, suddenly becoming extremely giddy. Zayn had been waiting for this moment for a very long time now.
Zayn left One Direction.
And from there, he lived alone,
broke up with his girlfriend,
but he suddenly felt alone. He
wanted someone to be with him.
And not just his dog. Don't get him wrong, he cherished his dog.
But he wanted someone who
he could actually talk to.
Zayns mum found out about his
situation, and instantly wanted
to help his son. Which she just
did, and Zayn was ecstatic.
But, Zayn was looking for
Someone just like him, or who
could relate. Someone he
himself could help.
And he would.
Kelly was perfect for him.
Hope you enjoyed, this piece of crap. Love you. 💗
-jamie 😇
