Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 9

*Zayn’s POV*

My mom wanted me to marry someone in jail. What. The. Actual. Fuck? Is someone trying to prank me or something? Because if they did they sure got me good.

“Do you actually want me to marry her?” I asked my mom flabbergasted.

She slowly nodded. “Mrs. Anderson and modest both think it is best for you and her.”

“And what do you think, mother?” I asked her harshly, “Do you think it is best for me? To marry me off to some psycho murderer?”

“Yes I do.” My mother told me, looking at the ground to avoid my gaze.

“You know the only fucking reason I’m doing this for the rest of the boys. I can’t just ruin their career like that. And we just got Niall back.” I sighed.

“And what am I going to tell Perrie? I was going to ask her to marry me, you know.” I looked at Mrs. Anderson. “This mess is your entire motherfucking fault, you know! If your god damn daughter learned that it isn’t good to have sex with every single mother fucking guy she laid eyes on, she most likely wouldn’t be so messed up!”

“Excuse you!” Mrs. Anderson shouted, “She may be a troubled girl but she is still my daughter!”

“It must be your fault then, raising such a messed up daughter!” I yelled back.

She gasped. “No, this wasn’t my fault! She wasn’t like this before,” she lowered her voice and sighed. “She wasn’t like this before she was taken.”

“What?” I asked her, confused.

“Sarah was kidnapped about 2 years ago.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a photo. A very familiar looking girl smiled back at me. She was posing with a very familiar looking boy. Oh shit.

Sarah. It clicked in my brain.

Sarah.

My Sarah.

I created this mess.

Oh, fuck.

“Excuse me for a moment. I need to make a call.” I walked out of the police station and pressed speed dial 5. It rang 3 times before my Irish friend picked up the phone.

“Ello? What’s up Zayn?” Niall asked me, having no clue what was about to happen.

“Hey Niall,” I started calmly, “Why didn’t you tell me you helped Sarah escape and that you decided to take a vacation with her?”

There was silence on the other end.

“Look Zayn,” He started but I promptly cut him off.

“What the fuck NIALL?” I started screaming. “I MIGHT HAVE ACTUALLY LOVED HER!”

“WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT PERRIE?” He shouted back.

“I WAS EXPERMENTING!” I really had no excuse for taking Sarah right after I started dating Perrie.

“Oh, so you were just being a pimp?” He sarcastically asked me. Fuck.

“You know what Niall, I’ll take care of this next time I see you, I really don’t want to talk about this now.” I all but growled.

“Oh, little tough boy doesn’t want to admit he is wrong? So sad.” Niall made a tsk-tsk sound.

“Shut the fuck up Niall.”

“Who’s going to make me?” He questioned.

“You know what I’m done.” I hung up on him.

I walked back into the station. “I’m so sorry I had to leave.” I apologized to Mrs. Anderson. Now that I was looking at her, I could see some of Sarah’s and her shared features. There were only 2. They had the same nose, and the same chin. That’s it.

“Zayn.” My mom called me, kindly throwing me off the edge of my day dream.

“What?” I snapped. I was slightly happier with the situation considering the fact that this was my Sarah I had to marry. But its like moving from the 100th ring of hell to the 99th.

“We want you to bail Sarah out of jail.” I stared at her like she had 3 head. She wants me to do what?

“Um, hell no. I might have to marry her, but I’m not wasting over a million to get her ass out of jail. And her friend can do that for me.” I snapped.

“Zayn, please, bail her out. We don’t want to bring management into this. But we will if we have to.” My mother said.

I walked up to the desk and asked out Sarah’s bail. Apparently, they can’t give out that information. Blah, blah, blah. I’m fed up with this government system. When Sarah and I get, sigh, married, we are moving back to England.

Right now, I’m arguing with the female receptionist in front of me. Come on, can’t you just tell me more about it! I’m Zayn fucking Malik! God. It’s not that hard. All you gotta do is look at the god damn paper!

“Oh come on! Please, I really need to know!” I told the lady.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot give out any information at this time. It is unsure what will be her bail.” The lady told me.

“Whatever,” I mumbled and staked off.

“Well?” Mrs. Anderson asked me. This lady was annoying. First you stomp into my life and force me to marry your daughter, and then you make me do all of you petty deeds? That’s not the way I roll, bro.

“They don’t know what her bail is yet. I think it has to do with the guy pressing charges.” I told my mom ignoring Mrs. Anderson.

“Zayn, please, we need you to bail her out! Her friend might not have enough money!” My mom said, almost at the point of whining.

“I said no, that’s my final word on the statement!” I roared, quite fed up. This has been the worst day of my life, by far.

“Mr. Malik, please,” But I didn’t hear the rest of Mrs. Anderson’s plea. I stomped off.

I need a drink.

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So i usually dont put authors notes at the end of this story, but i need you to know this:

1) i try to prewrite 2 chapters in advance in case something happens so i can just post, like tonight, So now i hav to write 2 chapters before i can post again.

2) if you interact i will update more!!

=) Lizzi