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Zouis-Maybe One Day...

This will suck, because I never really read Zouis so I barely understand it, but I've been trying to read it! I should get an award for the only author who has never read Zouis, Ziam, Zarry, or Ziall... that's pathetic. I can't call myself a directioner... I don't have anything against Zayns father or Louis' parents... Did anyone see that skype scavenger hunt on Jimmy Kimmel? Oh my god, Harry in his underwear, Niall and Louis acting gansta, Liam's moustache dripping, and Zayn being photogenic... Harry looked kind of creepy when he had the moustache on. Apparently, they're making fun of him on Tumblr and one person called him a sex offender on skype who asks for addresses or something and then directioner commented saying stop reblogging this before he gets registered as a online pedophile! Hahahahahahaha... 

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Zayn's POV 

Today was the day we are getting new neighbors. I believe they are named the Tomlinsons. I'm not sure. The only thing I care about is that they may be able to hear my dad beating me. They could save me, because all the people on the block are terrified of my dad. He is the mayor, so they have to be. I watched through my window of my room in the attic as the moving van stopped in the driveway and ut hoped a man. He looked about my age, a little shorter, with brown hair put up in a quiff like mine, and blue eyes. He was wearing a navy blue shirt, with tan chinos, a green beanie, glasses, and a pair of white sneakers. He looked around then shouted "Lottie, Fizzy, Daisy, Phoebe! Get out of the truck and see your new house!" and out came four girls from the truck, two of them twins, one slightly younger than the oldest girl. The twins were jumping up and down, squealing, the oldest was looking up at the house with a sense of sadness, but the second youngest caught my eye. She was dragging her feet and looking down gloomily. The male looked back and smiled at the twins and then e saw the second youngest. "Fizzy, I know it's hard, but please smile." He said, frowning. "I want mum and dad. This isn't right moving to London and leaving them!" 'Fizzy' yelled. "Please, fizzy, they wanted me to be your guardian if they died. I'm your guardian now. It's not my fault thy were killed in the crash. Please lower your voice, the twins think they went on a vacation to Africa... I can't have them know their parents are dead." The boy said, lowering his voice a little so I had to strain to hear him. "Louis, you can't protect them forever." Fizzy said. "I can try." I smiled until I heard "BOY! GET DOWN HERE, NOW!" It was my father. I cringed and looked out the window one last time, seeing the Tomlinson's all looking at our house in shock and fear. I walked to the trapdoor and opened it, walking down the stairs to the kitchen. There was my father, his face red and his veins popping. "Yes, Father?" I asked, my voice quiet. "WHERE THE HELL IS MY DINNER?" He screamed. "On the table,sir." I replied. He slapped me. I gave a yelp of pain, and he grabbed me by my hair. "THAT is not a dinner." He said, pointing to the chicken and mashed potatoes I made for him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. What do you want for dinner, sir?" I whimpered, and he punched me on the cheek. I screamed and he kicked me in the gut. I started crying a little, the pain was horrible. "Steak." Then there was a knock on the door. He told me to go to my room, but I couldn't move. He just kicked me again, then went to te door, opened it and said "WHAT?!" It was the boy, the four girls peeking out from under his arms as he stared down at me on the floor in shock and horror. He looked up at my father and said "excuse me sir, but we heard the screams coming from your house and came over to see what was going on. It was scaring my little sisters. Is everything okay?" He asked, looking at me. I looked back, trying to get him to leave before he and his sisters get hurt but he didn't get it. My father said gruffly, "everything's fine." And the boy said "we'll then why is there a bruised boy on your floor?" I would have facepalmed if it didn't hurt so much. "Sir, may I come in and help his boy?" He asked. My father started getting red again and I knew this boy needed to leave. "Whatever your name is, pleAse, leave. Before you all get hurt. I'll be fine." I said quietly. He looked at me, then at my father, then back at his sisters. They looked so scared. He nodded slowly and left, taking his sisters with him. My father turned to me again. "Wise choice, boy. Now make me that steak." Before kicking me and leaving the room. I quickly made a steak for him, brought it to him in the TV room, and told him I was going for a walk. He grunted and I took that as a 'fine'. I walked out the door and saw the new kids staring at me in shock. I walked over and said a quiet,"hi." They stood there, before the boy engulfed me in a big hug. "I'm sorry." He whispered in my ear. "It's not your fault. It's mine..." I said, trailing off. "How is it your fault? He's the one who hurt you." The one I think was Lottie, said. "I'm gay. That's my fault. He doesn't like it and I know it's my fault for being gay. And for my mum leaving with my sisters. It's all my fault." I said. "No it's not! You can't choice who you are! It's not your fault you are gay! It's perfectly fine! I'm gay! And about your mum, that can't be your fault. She probably left because of him." Louis shouted. "Then why not take me?" I whispered. "I'm not sure." Fizzy said. I looked up and said "I have to go home. He'll be mad." Louis looked mad and said "no! You are t going back there." "I have to. He's my only family I have left." "Come live with us!" Lottie said. "I can't. Maybe one day,I'll be able to, but not now. It's too early. I'm sorry. Please don't try to save me. It'll just hurt you all. Goodbye..." And I started to walk off, when I heard Louis whisper "maybe one day ..."