Broken (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 4-Things Change

It's been a week since Zayn left for the X-factor and I haven't heard from him yet. It really was making me nervous because I was so used to seeing him everyday, and hearing his laugh. So I just sat in my room scrolling through my twitter timeline waiting for some sort of news. Later that evening around 6, I got a text from Zayn. It read:

'We need to talk love.'

I eagerly responded to him.

'What about?:)'

'Well Can you call me because this is something I have to say. can you talk?'

'Of course.xx:)'

Within a minute Zayn was calling me, and I couldn't help the giggle that surfaced when I saw his name on my screen. "Hello?" A flood of relief washed through me as I heard his voice; it had been too long.

"Hey love! Why do you sound so down?" I chimed into the phone.

"Look Ari, this is hard for me to say and I know that it is a lot for you to take, but it needs to be said... I have taken care of you and watched over you ever since that day... But I think it's time you let me go. I think it's time you let us go..."

I couldn't even comprehend what he just said. I sat there and it came back. The void of sound that had haunted me since that dreadful day so many years ago. It was back. I couldn't hear anything; the only way I knew what was happening was when I felt the warm tears fall to my skin. Suddenly it was hot. It was way too hot. I looked down at my phone and saw that the call was still going, but when I held the phone up to my head, I couldn't hear anything. Absolute silence covered me like a blanket. I just sat there for a bit, crying. I had forgotten how quickly ones life could be flipped upside down. Suddenly everything seemed so meaningless. I sat there for a long while trying to decide what to do. I couldn't stay in Zayn's house anymore for obvious reasons, but I didn't have anywhere else to go. I was only 16, and I had no parents so if I left the house I would surely be put into an orphanage or foster care. I didn't really have any other options though. I stood up and packed all my stuff into my bag. I didn't really have much so it didn't take long. When I was finished I wrote a letter telling Mrs. Malik how thankful I was to her for everything she had done, and I even wrote a letter to Zayn. It was all I could do really. So with that I walked out of my room, glancing back at the phone that was on my bed just in time to see it say call ended. And that is how I felt at that moment in time. I felt like my life had ended. Dramatic I know, but put yourself in my shoes and try to tell me otherwise.

I walked to the nearest police station and explained the necessary parts of my story to the sympathetic police officer. She told me that she would get me into the foster care system as soon as possible, and that I was welcome to sleep at the station until they could come and get me.

That night as I laid down to sleep, I couldn't help but feel like my mom. I had just walked out on the only family I had known. I wonder if it was as hard for her as it was for me? As I started to drift off to sleep, my mind was filled with visions of lovely brown eyes that were both my beginning and my end in every sense of those words. Sleep didn't come easy to me, but it did eventually come.

Hey guys! How do you like the story so far? It's been mostly background information up to this point but the real story starts in the next chapter! get excited lol;) but yeah... she's coming back with a vengeance, you'll see what I mean! but vote and comment! I will either update tonight or tomorrow... do you guys like the way this story is going? I think once I get to 10 chapters I will start another one... but don't worry I'm gunna stick with this one whether I get a lot of reads or not!