After I Met Him

Chapter 19

Woah so they're like In Paris and btw I got all the French stuff from google translate bc I actually took Spanish SRRY- Sarina❤

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I woke up to the beautiful sunshine outside. I still can't believe I'm in Paris, it's amazing here. Zayn was still asleep so I went into the living room of the suite and watched TV, everything was in French. My phone starts to ring and it's the same blocked phone number. "What?" I ask, annoyed that she would still bother to change my mind. "Don't talk to me like that. Because of your stupid decisions I called the police, your father is arrested and will be taken to a trail, obviously he will lose and if he does he'll be in jail for five years. I hope your happy, because this is what it has come to." She said, practically screaming. My dad, the man that raised me, is going to jail. He might've been a fraud, but he's still my dad. Tears make their way down my face as I try to find the right words to say. "You're coming to Florida and living with me and that's final." She spat. "WHY?' YOU DIDNT SEEM TO CARE FIR THREE FUCKING YEARS SO WHY NOW?!" I yell onto the phone, falling on my knees and sobbing. "W-what's in it for you?!" I asked. The line went silent, she hung up. "Jay, what's wrong?" Zayn asked, getting on his knees, and wiping away a tear from my cheeks. I stood up. "Nothing, let's go eat breakfast." I say, trying to ignore the question. "No. What's wrong?" He repeats, as I start to cry again. I start laughing. "You wanna know what's wrong?" I continue to laugh, my eyes turning red. "MY DAD IS GOING TO JAIL AND MY MOM IS TAKING ME TO FLORIDA! Isn't that just great?! Ill be miles away from anyone I care about, and ill have to stay with the woman that won't give a shit about me!" I say, now sobbing. Zayn doesn't say anything but embrace me in a long hug as I cried onto his shirt. "Don't cry, I won't let them take you." He whispers, as he tried to form a smile. I wipe away the tears and wash my face by the sink. "Let's go to the buffet downstairs, IK hungry." I say. Zayn nods as I change into something more appropriate. We take the elevator and go to the lobby, there is a buffet/café there. We picked our foods and took a seat, eating silently.

I know I should be grateful and all, but I have every reason not to be. I don't have anyone to call my parents. My mom has bailed on me, and now so has my dad. I doubt any of my friends would care if I died, so why not just disappear? The only thing keeping me alive right now is Zayn, and I don't deserve him. I don't deserve all the things he's done for me. Like Brooke said, I'm nothing but a waste of space, I'm not useful for a single thing, I'm useless. Once we finished eating Zayn really wanted to see the Eiffel Tower and I agreed to go.

Once the taxi dropped us off I took a moment to let everything in, it was just so beautiful. "This is amazing." I said to my self. "Come on, I wanna go all the way to the top." Zayn said, leading me to the elevators. Once we actually got to the top we looked at the view below us, it was almost magical. "This is amazing." I mumbled, Zayn nodding in reply, taking pictures. "Stand here, I want to take a picture." He instructed, telling me where to pose. I smiled as he captured the moment. "Zayn?" I whisper. He looks into my eyes, with his sparkling dark brown ones. "Yeah babe?" He smiles. "Im scared..."'I whisper, I was scared, scared of what might happen once I return home, scared of my mothers actions. I wanted to stay here for ever, just escape my everyday life, go somewhere where I'm unknown, I want to escape my past, stay here forever with Zayn. He embraced me in another hug. "I will protect you." He whispered into my ear, giving me the usual butterflies. Then I thought, Zayn was my true love.

We visited a few shops, ate French pastries, and looked around Paris for a bit, then headed back to the hotel. I called Chelsea and Hannah, telling them how it's going, Zayn doing the same with Louis, Liam and Niall. I was watching TV when my phone rang again, the same blocked number. Before I could answer Zayn took my phone.

Zayns POV---

I feel terrible for Jay, her moms a bitch, she doesn't care about Jay. How can someone be so cruel to someone amazing? She should be grateful for having a smart, beautiful, and amazing daughter like Jay. "I'll talk with her." I told Jay, I was going to have a word with that woman. "Hello?" I said, speaking to the other line. "Who is this?" She asked. "Im Zayn, her boyfriend." I informed. "Give the phone to Jay." She spat. "No. She's the legal age, she can live on her own. She doesn't need you and stay away from her, because I'm not afraid to inform the police that you are taking Jay by force, which if you didn't know is kidnap." I warned, anger burning through me. The line went silent for a moment. "Have it your way for now, but ill have Jay back sooner or later." She spat. I hung up, I could see the worry in Jays eyes, all I wanted to do was protect her, to never see her cry.

Jays POV---

Once Zayn hung up on my mom I could tell he was furious, his fists were clenched and his jaw tensed. "What did she say?" I asked. "You're not going to Florida." He said, relaxing his muscles, and forming a smile. I smiled back, giving Zayn a tight hug. It was finally over. I changed into my pajamas, let my hair flow in its natural dark brown waves and went to bed. Once Zayn changes and brushed his teeth too, he came and kissed my forehead, cuddling next to me. We fell asleep while Zayn played with my hair, tiering him out.

*two weeks later*

As Zayn and I came out if the airplane, we took our luggage and went inside the airport, where everyone was waiting for us. I screamed as I saw my closest friends waiting for me. Zayn and I ran to them, hugging each of them. "Oh my god we missed you guys so much!" I squeaked. I missed everyone so much, they're like my family, and so are Niall, Liam, and Louis. After catching up on everything that has happened these past two weeks they dropped us back at Zayn's house. I put everything from the luggages away, Zayn helping. We ate the burgers Zayn had cooked. Thankfully my mom hasn't called me for the past week.

"Finals are tomorrow." Zayn reminded me, that terrible sentence. What if I failed this term? Then I wouldn't get my degree, and I would end up working McDonald's. "what if I fail?" I ask, since Zayn and I study the same major I can ask him questions about the things we are currently studying. "You're the smartest girl I know, you'll do great." Zayn said, giving me smile. Zayn may act all tough and bad around his friends but he isn't stupid either, he's intelligent, nice, funny, caring, strong, brave, and much more things. That's why I love him, he's perfect to me, he has flaws but imperfection makes us real, it's what makes us human. No one can be perfect and real. Zayn and I spent the night studying for finals, I wanted to make sure I knew every single answer. Once this I pass this term by passing the exams, I will have my official summer break and so will Zayn, which will give us plenty of time to spend together and away from family.

I went into the bedroom to change into my pajamas when I got a call from a blocked number, I hesitated for a moment but I answered. "Hello?" I whispered, not wanting Zayn to hear. "Jay, it's your father." The voice on the other line said. I froze in place. I-Im calling from prison. Don't hang up." He said. "What do you want..?" I asked, starting to cry. "I wanted to tell you why your mother wanted you in Florida. She called the police on me, knowing I would be guilty, and if she offered you to live with her the government would charge me, and make me pay your mother every month, since then she would be your legal guardian, not that you need one." He explained, this was it. My own mother, the woman that have birth to me, only wanted me because of the money. If it wasn't for the money she wouldn't have bothered to find my number or call me, this broke my heart, I fell on my knees, sobbing so hard my throat hurt, and I got a headache. Zayn ran into the room, worry in his eyes. "What's wrong? Did your mom call..?" He whispered, embracing me in a hug, and wiping my tears away. I shook my head, trying to talk. I explained everything my father just said to Zayn, not forgetting a single detail, my voice shaking in the process. He looked heart broken. "She doesn't see the beautiful girl that I see, if she only know how special you are." He said, I smiled at his words, he is the only thing I need in my life right now. Once I finish college I plan on becoming an executive producer, buying my own house, and maybe even starting a family. I don't know if Zayn and I will be together forever, but we are together now and that's what matters to me. I look up at Zayn, looking into his beautiful sparkling eyes. "Let's go to sleep, you need the rest." He offered, I nodded in reply as we cuddled onto each other, falling asleep almost instantly.