Zayn's POV :
I took her by her arm to my car, telling her to ride shotgun with me,she put her bags in the back seat. She kept on starring at her lap,feeling shy, but I was quick enough to notice, so I wanted to break the ice, and I started talking.
" My house is not this far," I spoke
" Sir, why did you take me?" She asked
" First, it's daddy," I said. " Second, because you're innocent ,and you remind me of Adelaide." I finished,wanting to show her my true colors.
" But what if I get caught with you ?, you'll end up in jail" she inquired.
" Why did you run away, sweetie?" He asked , his left hand is touching mine,while the other is on the steering wheel.
" I wanted to break my silence and escape the negligence. Nobody cares about me. Even my father, he had been abusive to me before leaving and mum thinks I'm the reason why and blames me," she admitted, tears falling like beads on her cheeks .I really wanna help her.She is worth it. She looks like my dead daughter, and I can now rekindle the fatherhood,that was cut short, by her death.
" No need to worry, sweetie," I assured her. " I understand, and you can count on me like I'm your mum, your dad, your brother, your friend,and everything."
We arrived at my place. I decided to act like a gentleman,so I opened the door for her,and I held her bags. We walked and stopped at my porch in order to get out the key.
I opened the door, then I carried her bags. She kept on waiting like she needs to be invited.
" Get in , princess," I said, trying to be welcoming and not intimidating.
She steps into the house. I turn on the lights to see her facial expression to know how she feels, surprisingly, she seems comfortable with the fact that she is about to live with me.This girls needs to be Fixed, and I will do that.
I ask her to go upstairs with me to see her room and change her clothes to sleep. The dawn has broken now. She must be exhausted.
She follows me to show her where she's supposed to sleep, and I open the room of my late daughter. The memories choke me terribly that I want to cry my eyes out, but I won't give in.
I regain myself again and ask her to step in. I switch on the light. The room that's cindrella-themed. I know she is old for this kind of a room.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I catch her smiling, and my mirror cells compel me to smile whole heartedly at this innocent beautiful girl.
" Thank you," she utters, looking happy, and she smiles at me with grateful eyes.
" You're welcome, mi princesa," I replied, trying to seem cool by using Spanish.
" Puedes hablar español.Soy originalmente de Argentina, " I fail to fully understand her because I don't know Spanish only a few words.
" What did you say, babe? " I bit my lips because that was attractive when she spoke spanish,and i aslo love her American accent
" I said you can speak Spanish.I'm originally from Argentina," she explained.
" Oh! My baby girl is Latin."
She smiles again, and her eyes crinkle. I find that so amusing.She looks innocent.
" May I change my clothes , so could you leave the room?"
" Sure thing "
I leave the room, and I know this girl is a mixed blessing.Yet, I want her at my place
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Fanfiction" Do you trust me ?" he looked at her with hopeful eyes " I trust you more than I trust myself," said she while sobbing
