Unwanted // one direction fanfic

Chapter 12

I said goodbye and hung up, making my way to the diner, where me and Kozac agreed to meet. I walked up to the bar. "Hey guys." I smiled at the twins.

"Woah." They breathed.

"You're a brunette now Becca." Scott said in pure shock.

"You look great." Isaiah smiled. "Jake's in the back."

"Why's he in the back?"

"I got a job!" He cheered in one of their uniforms coming out of the back room, his eyes landed on me and he smiled. "Wow, you look just like them." He laughed. "But still, beautiful." He winked walking to get someone's order.

"Are you two a couple?" Scott asked.

"Nooooooo." Kozac said awkwardly.

"Not going to happen." I added. "Just friends."

"Friends that buy a house together and smile at each other like that?" Scott laughed.

I didn't know how to answer that...


Zayn's POV


I sighed and stared at my phone. I did everything she asked, now what? Her words rang through my head...

"I know I don't know your problems, and you don't really get any gain from helping me... but thanks." She smiled, her smile that made her eyes look electric and her lips look more irresistible than usual if that was possible.

"Anytime." I smiled.

If she asked me what my problem was right now I would tell her I am in love with a girl who I can't be, and that I helped her leave.

She wouldn't ask for names, she wasn't that kind of person. She wasn't a gossiper, she just wanted to help by listening, because she knew how important having someone to listen was.

I took a deep breath as ideas came to my head. I was the master of the game right now, I knew where she was, everyone else is looking for her and they think I am too, and Harry knows I want to bring her back too.

I could bring her back... But that would break her trust, and I couldn't do that. A smile spread across my face as I thought of the perfect idea. I ran down the hallway to where Niall and Harry where sleeping, or waking up. I opened the door and looked at a wide awake crying Harry. My heart dropped.

"You okay Zayn?" He asked the second he saw me.

"I'm going to go look for her." I informed him.

"I wanna come with." Harry sniffed.

"I don't think that's a good idea Harry, I think you need to take care of you and your family right now." He couldn't go with me because then I couldn't find her.

"Well what's your plan?" Harry asked.

"I'm going to buy a wig or something so that I don't draw the paporazzis attention to the situation, and then I'm going to look for her." I spoke quietly as Niall started to wake. "I'll be back in time before the wedding at least."

He nodded, it was his only option right now. John had been told he couldn't go look, but we all forgot about one missing piece of the puzzle, the piece that could ruin everything.



John's POV


Harper and I sat at our dad's kitchen counter telling him about what happened this week with Skylar and everything. His fist slowly grew more and more clenched as Harper went on, then I remembered....

I was about 15, Skylar was about 12, and Harper about 9, and we were coming home from a concert I sat in the backseat because I got front on the way to the concert, a little thing my family always did so things were fair. We were playing a game called 'what would you do?' A game of hypothetical situations and it was Skylar's turn. "Papa what would you do if I went to a concert and never came home because I ran off with the drummer or someone?" She smiled. He clenched the wheel tightly.

"I'd go and find you, and bring you home." He growled.

"What if they didn't want to let her go?" Harper asked, asking the same question I was thinking.

"I'd go with my gun and make them let her go."

"What if I didn't want to go?" Skylar asked getting a bit nervous. Dad sent her a small smile.

"The choice always belongs to the person with the gun."

I sat at the counter watching his face grow red. The twins watched him nervously from their play table. "Sky's gone?" Gabe sniffed.

"She never said goodbye." Matt cried.

"She's not gone." Dad shouted at them, I watched Matt and Gabe closely. Suddenly, it hit me.

Matt is the oldest and all sports and things, just like me, dad cherished him and treated him like a prince because he was the man. He barely flinched or showed any emotion anywhere when dad yelled.

Gabe is just like Skylar, likes a mix of everything but has to be as perfect as his brother or he's in for it. He's the spare, he has a brother just like him. Just like Skylar's the spare to Harper because she is the middle child and not the baby with all of the special attention. When dad yelled, Gabe didn't show his fear in his body language, he would be killed for it. He showed it in his eyes.

The same eyes Skylar has. I suddenly realized why Skylar was UnWanted:

She wasn't me or Harper, she was the extra.

She became tired of it, and found a bond with mom, who was also the middle child of her family, except the second daughter instead of the first.

So she realized she was nothing special to dad, and decided to try and get her love, resorting to the only thing they ever did together, which was help other people.

But she helped what everyone thought was the 'wrong people' when in reality they are the ones we should help. This made everyone turn on her. So she ran away because her safe haven obviously wasn't here anymore.

She knew all of this.

"Actually dad we're just kidding she's at home sleeping." I laughed nervously.

"No she's not." Regan growled.

"Can you take the kids to get ice cream?" Dad asked, well ordered firmly. Regan nodded and grabbed the kids.

"Regan you can take them I'm going to stay with dad-"

"Get out." Dad ordered. He shoved me out the front door.

"We aren't getting ice cream are we?" Matt huffed.

"Get in the car." I ordered as I saw dad go towards the safe in his garage. I sped to our house and ran up the front steps. Everyone, except for Zayn, was sitting in the living room talking about what to do. "Screw all or that we have bigger issues!" I shouted over them. They all turned to look at me.

"What's wrong?" Mom asked.

"I didn't understand it until it was too late." I breathed.

"Why is it too late?" Harry asked nervously.

"Because me and Rae told Dad she left, and he's going to find her." I breathed as Rae came up behind us.

"He can't get her to come back." Regan rolled her eyes.

"The choice always belongs to the person with the gun." I repeated dad's words and something snapped in Regan's head.

"Holy shit." She breathed.

"What?" Mom asked.

"As we were leaving daddy went to his gun safe." Matt shrugged. We all sat there unable to breath.

"What if we drop the twins back off and he's not there?" Rae asked.



"Then I'm right."