The Photo (Zayn fanfic)

Chapter 24

Hello readers. So yes, it is time for an update. I know my updates are all over the place, so I'm going to try and make a schedule for when I should update. Hopefully I can make one. Anyways, I just want to thank everyone who reads my story, votes and comments. It makes me really happy knowing that people like writing because to be honest, I didn't think anyone would like my story. So thanks again. Also I'm thinking about putting up the first chapter of my second fanfic up, at least a portion so you guys can get a feel for the story. Anyways, here's chapter 24! :)

Zayn's P.O.V

While driving to Cece's house as fast as I could, all I could think about was what was I go to say to her?I don't even know where to start. Should I explain why I lied or will she think that's weird? Maybe I should tell her how I feel about her first so when I explain why I lied she will understand better. This is just to much. I never would have thought this would have happen. Most importantly, I never thought that Isabella would actually have feelings for me. I always she thought that she only saw me as a friend, but knowing she thinks of me more than that makes me feel like the happiest guy in the world. But before I can be happy, I need to make this up to her.

I pulled in front of Cece's house and got out of my car, walking to the door. I lifted my fist to the door, but stopped mid way. What if she doesn't want to talk to me? What if she won't even answer the door? I shook my head and took a deep breath. I won't know until I try. I knocked on the door and waited for her to open the door. I swear it felt like hours before she opened the door.

When I saw her, I felt my heart break. Her beautiful green eyes were now puffy and red. Her cheeks were stained with tears and the bright smile that I'm so use to was long gone. I can't believe I did this.

Obviously, she was surprise to see me because her eyes widened and I swear I saw a glint of happiness in her eyes, but as quick as it appeared is as quick as if left.

"What are you doing here...?" She asked in low voice, her voice strained.

"I need to talk to you." I said, trying to ignore how bad her voice sounds.

"Are you sure? You don't have a interview to go to?" She said bitterly.

I sighed. "Look Isabella, I'm-" I started, but she cut me off. 

"No Zayn, I don't want to here your excuses. If you really didn't want to hang out with me you could have just told me instead of lying, that's what hurt me the most. And to think I was going to...." She mumbled and looked down.

"You were going to what?" 

"It doesn't matter. Just go.." She started closing the door, but I put my foot in the way before she could close it all the way.

"I'm not leaving until I say what I need to say."

"What could you possibly need to say Zayn?!" She asked, frustrated.

"A lot! I have a lot to say Isabella so please, just listen and if your still mad at me then I'll leave." I said desperate.

She sighed. "Fine. Say what you need to say." 

I smiled slightly and then took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. "I know I hurt you and I really sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you, it was wrong. I lied because....because....I didn't know how I could face you without wanting to figure out your secret that you and Liam were talking about in the kitchen.."

Her eyes widen. "Y-You heard that?"

I sighed. "Yeah and I couldn't get it out my mind. I kept thinking why would you tell Liam something and not me? I wanted to know so bad what it was and who was the guy you were talking about. And it wasn't just you that I couldn't face. I could barely look at Liam without wanting to ask him the million questions in my head. I swear I didn't mean to hurt you at all. I didn't know I even hurt you until Cece came and basiclly cussed me out." I said and I heared her giggle a little.  "I even let my jealousy get to me and accused Liam of liking you." I chuckled.

"Jealousy? Why would you be jealous.." She asked softly.

"Because I....I really like you Isabella. I like everything about you. I like how you have your own style, your adorable laugh, your smile that reminds me of the sun, how cute you look when you blush, when you bite your lip when your nervous or embarrassed, how passionate you are about you photography...just everything about you." I said, looking into her eyes. I notice her cheeks tinted with red and she was biting on her lip. She just stood there and stared at me. Is she going to say anything?

Isabella's P.O.V

I stared at Zayn, speechless. Did he really just say that to me? He likes me. He really likes my. I felt my like a bunch of butterflies were set lose when he said all that. I can't believe he likes me. I never thought this would happen. I never thought I would hear that coming from Zayn. I realized he was staring at me, waiting for me to say something, but what could I say? 

"I...uhm....do you really mean all of that..?" Was the only thing I could get out.

"Yes. I meant every songle word." He smiled and I felt my cheeks burn. This is my chance. I can finally tell him how feel, how much I like him. I opened my mouth to say something when a car parked infront of the house. I didn't recognize the car, who could it be? I waited until finally the door opened and the guy I never thought I would see again stepped out. What the hell was he doing here?!

He closed the car door and walked up to the porch. He walked right past Zayn, ignoring he was even there and stood right infront of me.

"We need to talk Isabella." His deep, raspy voice said.

"Wy would I talk to you Ronny?" I said angrily. Why the hell would my aunt's 'boyfriend' be here?

"Because it about Sarah.." He mumbled quietly and I noticed her doesn't look the same from the last time I saw him. His didn;t stand with the cockiness he would usually stand with, he was more slouched over. It looked like he hasn't shaved in a while because his chin was covered in stubble that never use to be there and he didn't stink from his cologne that he use to take baths in.

"What about her? Is she okay?"

He took a deep breath and then looked up at me. I could see the sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry Isabella, but she died."

I felt like the whole world stopped, just like it felt when I got the news about my parents. Did he really just say that? Sarah...aunt Sarah was...dead? I held on tightly to the door to keep myself from falling over. "When?" I whispered.

"Last night, She got drunk and fell down some stairs.She hit her head repeatly and died of the blood filling her brain."

She died because of the drinking. The thing I always tried to nake her stop doing. I can't believe this...

"They're holding her body at the morgue until you get the funreal arrangments done." He said, interupting my thoughts. "I'm so sorry." He said one last time before walking to his car and leaving. I just stood there, still trying the process the news. I forgot Zayn was there until he held my hand.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly. I looked up at him and then broke down. I buried my face in his chest and cried my heart out.

He held me tightly and rubbed my back. "It's going to be okay."

No it's not. The only family I had in this world is gone. Even though we fought a lot, she was still my aunt and I loved her. We had a couple of good times and I'm sad to see them go. I'm even more sad that I never talked to her after she threw me out. I should have checked on, I shouldn't have left her alone knowing the bad habit she had.

Thinking about all this just made me cry even more. Now, I'm all alone....

Poor Isabella! First she has the drama between her and Zayn and now her aunt died. Will she ever get a break? Will she be able to be happy? Wait for the next chapter to find out. Until then you know what to do

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