Take It As It Is - A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction

Chapter 41 - Making love to another

(Sierra's POV)

"Alright get out there Angel." My boss said. The club got a new boss. His name is Mark.

I strut out on stage and do my thing. But as I'm sliding down the pole, he catches my eye. I recognise him. It's him, but it can't be. There's no mistaking it is him.

Hey hottie! Come over here!" He calls whistling. I stay at the pole grinding. What's he doing here.

I can't believe it. It's my dad.

Oh my fucking god.

My time ends and I wink walking off stage. He watches me. And I actually can see the realisation come to him.

"Sierra!" He calls. "Come here!"

I go to my room quickly and change into my skinny jeans and a loose off the shoulder top. I put my hair up into a quick bun and grab my bag rushing out of the club.

"Sierra Lightwood." He grabs my wrist and throws me against the wall. It's pitch black no one around.

"S-stop." I stutter trying to get away.

"You bitch. Tried to leave me. Regret. That's what you're going to feel." He slapped me across the face hard. His grip on my wrist insanely hard. I knew it would leave a mark.

"Sierra? Are you out here?" Zayn's voice rang out.

"Zayn! Help! Zayn!" I screamed. But he covered my mouth. I heard footsteps come closer and Zayn appeared.

"What the fuck?! Get off her!" He screamed pushing him off me. His hand turned into a fist and he gave him a good blow right into the face. Zayn took my hand and pulled me to his car.

"Explain at home. But are you okay?" He asks driving home. I nod silently with tears coming down.

I feel like I'm going to explode with all the pressure I have on my head.

Zayn leads me inside and into his room. Liam and Taylor are still on their honey moon and will come back in a few days. The other three boys and the girls turn to face us, but we are gone upstairs in a second.

"What happened? Who was he? Do you know him?" Zayn asks sitting me down on his bed and asking me questions. I pull my knees up and rest my chin on them my arms wrapped around myself.

"He's my dad." I say softly.

"W-what? What does he want with you babe?" Zayn asks holding my hands.

"I don't know...." I murmur.

"Do you think he'll leave you alone?" He asks.

"I don't think so. I ran away from home. Lets just say I'm his little punch bag." I say laying down. Zayn comes over to me and lays down next to me putting his head near my chest on my arm. I run my hands through his hair playing with it.

"You're making me sleepy." He says. I smile at him and kiss his forehead.

"Do you want me to make dinner? It's late." I ask standing up.

"Okay. I'll help."

We head downstairs and I decide on making pizza. I can't be bothered to do much. I feel so tired.

As Zayn and I are setting up the pizza I ask him random questions.

"You guys have come a really long way. Three years! That's amazing!" I say setting the toppings on the island.

"Yeah I know. But honestly it feels so unreal. Like this is what I'm doing with my life. It's just a dream come true." Zayn says smiling.

"And you guys are so young! You and all the boys are the most talented people I know." I say cupping his cheek with my hand. "I'm so proud to call you my boyfriend." I whisper kissing him slowly. He smiles into the kiss and holds my hands in his. We break apart slowly and I smile turning back to getting everything ready.