I'm Here For You (A Larry/Niam Fanfic) ON HOLD

Chapter 11

DONT KILL ME FOR WAITING LIKE THREE WEEKS TO UPDATE I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS I WILL ALSO BE UPDATING TOMORROW OK I LOVE YOU ALL

ALRIGHTIE

Let's get down to it? I'm dedicating this chappie to @CrazyDave1D because I honestly miss her and haven't talked to her in a while! For some reason, Wattpad doesn't let me talk on the messenger thingy anymore idk -_- BUT ANYHOOS she's the one who reminded me to update so all thanks should go to her!

I will properly dedicate this to you when I get on a computer!!

This is strictly Zayn's pov, and it explains a lot so yeah I'm not asking for any votes today, yeah! BUT FEEL FREE TO VOTE AND COMMET ANYWAY!

Oh and the sneak peak I gave you a couple chappies back? That will most definitely be happening in THE NEXT CHAPPIE so bear with me lovelies!

Alright, that's all!

ENJOYETH!

-Bravery_Birdcage :*

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-Zayn's POV-

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Fuck.

I knew the double meaning to those words. To anyone else, the text would mean nothing. But to me, it made my blood run cold, my face paling and my lips pressing into a hard, worried line, and causing fear to course right through me.
I felt Liam place a comforting hand on my arm worriedly, trying to gain my attention from my phone. "Zayn, you alright mate? What's-"

But I didn't let him finish, I didn't have the time to. "I'm going home tonight." My voice didn't sound like me at all. It was flat, and cold, but mostly filled with worry and regret. "I'll come back tomorrow."

I stormed out of the house then, shrugging from Liam's shoulder and not looking back as I slammed the door behind me and ran to my car, jumping in and starting the ignition, before I sped off towards my house at an illegal speed because my sister needed me, and one thing is for sure.

If my dad tries anything, he won't know what hit him.

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I didn't even bother to keep an eye on the speed limit as I drove, my heart pounding in my chest uneasily as I drove faster and faster along the empty streets. I didn't give a damn if I was being to reckless, I just needed to make sure Waliya was safe.

I don't even like to refer to my father as my dad. I hate the thought of him being my dad, i want nothing to do with him. When I was younger, that's when he was a real father, who was someone I looked to and i loved with all my heart. But now he's honestly just a piece of shit, a shit dad and a shit husband.

My dads an alcoholic....but that's not the reason I hate him so much. Well, actually, its part of the reason, a huge part actually. My family and I would gladly support him in trying to get him to stop. As a matter of fact, we did. But he hasn't changed, despite our efforts. Whenever my mum goes off to work, my dad will leave and go to the bar, only to come back pissed and beyond drunk, then comes home and takes everything out on us.

Waliya and I hate when he comes home after the bar. We always try to avoid him as much as we can, but he still manages to find us and hurt us. I'd much rather it be me that he hurts, because I already being eighteen, and me being the older brother, I can take the pain. I can't bear to see him hurt Waliya, and I would do anything to protect her, which is why I'm rushing home to save her now.