savior ≫ z.m. [completed]

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A/N: TIME FOR AN INSPIRING PEP TALK SO GATHER AROUND TEAM

never give up on your dreams, because on september 14, 2013, at 7:29 pm, mine came true. michael clifford (he's in 5sos if you didn't know), one of the reasons I smile everyday, followed me on twitter.

it finally happened. after all this time, it finally happened.

think about this, if i didn't decide to try yesterday, this wouldn't have happened. but i tried, and i'm damn glad i did. please never give up on your dreams, just be patient, stay positive, and just remember nothing is impossible (except for stapling water to a tree...) but if you give it your all and never give up, whatever that dream is, however far-fetched it is, it will happen. i promise. because up until yesterday, i thought he would never ever acknowladge my existence. and i was wrong. thank you for making me the happiest person alive mikey, ily ♥

enjoy xx

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**Zayn POV**

"Liam Payne? Yeah, I know him," I say to the blonde.

"Do you know where I can find him?"

"No, sorry," I mutter.

"S'all right," he pauses. We stand in an awkward silence and he says nothing for a while. I pull out my phone and text Harry to tell him to come get me.

"He must have held a pretty serious grudge to pick a fight like that," Niall says out of nowhere.

"Yeah, I guess" I say. He raises his eyebrows at my blunt answer, but says no more.

"Well, I have to um, go," I say awkwardly, but Niall stops me.

"You go to the high school here right,"

Well, I've ditched the last week or so, but yeah, technically I do.

"Yeah,"

"If you see Liam, tell him Niall's here, he'll know where to find me," he hands me a slip of paper with his phone number, and nods before walking off. He heads off in the direction of Tenth Hour.

Niall's words 'he'll know where to find me' rings in my head. Did he mean Tenth Hour? I watch him turn the corner onto the street where the dangerous bar is.

**Callie POV**

"Oh my god," Danielle rushes to me and hugs me, tight. I hug her back with a small smile. I know I did the right thing, I know saying those terrible things was a good thing. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

"I can't believe she had the nerve to do that, after all she's done to us," I shake my head in shame.
"Yeah, I know," she whispers. "We both know she's not going to pull us out of the missing persons list, so how are we going to go out without being recognized? Like school and such?"

"I don't go to school, that's the least of my worries right now," I mumble.

"Okay, what if we need to go to the store?" Danielle points out.

"Sunglasses,"

She rolls her eyes, jumping out of bed.

"I'm gonna go get some food for us, I'm starving," she picks her wallet up and waves her sunglasses at me and I laugh.

"I'll be back soon," she says, and leaves.

I flop down on the bed, turning the TV on. I find Big Bang Theory on a channel and decide to watch it, I need a laugh after all.

About halfway through the show, my phone vibrates and to my surprise, my mother is calling.

What the hell?

I slowly press answer, knowing this wasn't going to end well.

"Hello?"

"Callie, you worthless piece of shit, come back home right now," she yells into the phone.

"Excuse you?" I say, offended. My anger flares up, how can she say that?

"You're nothing, you're worthless, I hate you, god why did I ever keep you, I should've shipped you off to an orphanage the second I gave birth to you," she says, and I hear something crash in the background. A beer bottle. I stay silent as tears form in my eyes, my vision getting blurry.

I shouldn't cry. But it's my mother saying these things, and no matter how much you dislike your mother, things like this coming from her will hurt.

"You're drunk," I whisper. Another crash.

"Doesn't matter," she snarls. "You know what? Don't come home. I don't want you here. Who'd want to have an ungrateful selfish whore as a daughter? No one, that's who,"

I hang up the phone and throw it on the mattress, running to my bag, I pull out my blade, glad I brought it with me. I lean over the sink, looking at my tear stained face in the mirror. I carefully slit my wrist and whimper as the blood appears, re-opening my scars. I throw the blade on the floor and wash off my wrist, drying it and quickly changing into a long sleeved shirt, to hide the scars. I sit on the floor, staring at the blank wall.

'ungrateful selfish whore' 'you're worthless, i hate you' her words rung in my head, repeating themselves over and over again.

Is that really what I am?

A/N: that was one sorry excuse of a chapter wowow