"I am so, so sorry, Soph." He whisper between sobs. Every ounce of anger I had for him and vanished. I should have heard him out. I slowly began to fill up with guilt. His world had been ripped apart and his was getting a bollocking from the press and his management. But only part of the story was out there, the drugs and the baby. No one cared for Zayn’s side, no one cared that a carer had lured him into relapsing.
I led him over to the sofa and placed a pillow on my lap where he rested his head and sobbed into me. Pulling the blanket over him I let him weep into me. His soft hair was tangled in my fingers and I continued to stroke the back of his neck soothingly. Before long he was asleep on my lap.
His gentle and light snores were soothing and I began to recap over the last few days. Thinking about mum, tears trickled down my face. I couldn’t hear the boys outside the door any more so I guessed they had headed into their own apartments. I wanted nothing more than to nestle into my own mothers arms and let all the emotions I was feeling, out on her.
It was then that her death really hit me.
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London: The City Of Love// Zayn Malik Fan Fiction
FanfictionWhen London based Sophie gets new neighbors, her world get turned around as she is thrust into a world full of travelling, fans and boys. Will Sophie find the love she deserves and how will she cope with her new lifestyle? (This is a fan fiction th...
