Chapter 2
________________________Zayn's Pov___________________________________________
ummmmmmm....MY house! " uh..um yeah. Sure I guess we could. But go to this address." I replied while scribbling down Mrs. Pearson's address.
"Why? Don't you still live where you did before when we were friends?' asked Harry.
" No. I don't. Look I have to go. See ya tonight," I shouted over my shoulder. Oh god what am I gonna do now?
_____________________________Mrs. Pearson's house that night_________________________
"Look.. Mrs. Pearson.... Niall, Harry, Liam and Louis will be here some time soon to work on the project you assigned us. Is that okay?"
" Of course it is Zayn. As long as you don't break anything." Mrs. Pearson told me.
With that she unlocked her house and led me in.
" ZAYN" a little voice called. I looked over to the stairs and saw Anna, Mrs. Pearson's four year old daughter and her babysitter. I opened my arms and was instantly attacked in a hug by Anna.
"Zayn, I thought you'd never come back to see me. It's been forever!" Anna rambled on.
DING DONG DING DONG
The doorbell rang and before I could get up Anna shouted " I got it" and ran ahead of me.
" Mummy.... some boys are at the door," she shouted.
Mrs. Pearson and I got up and walked to the front door where Anna was. I looked up and standing there was Niall, Louis, Harry and Liam.
" It's okay Anna these boys are here to work with Zayn on homework," Mrs. Pearson saved me from answering Anna's curious gaze.
"Ok but when your done Zayn you HAVE to play with me. Mummy got me a new dress. How long will you be staying over this time?" Anna asked innocently.
"About a week, maybe more," I responded. " We're gonna go to my room and work. Call me if you need anything" With that I gestured for the boys to fallow me.
I could feel their curious gaze on me, but I ignored them. Once in my room I closed the door behind me.
"Why do you have a different address? Where's your family? What did Anna mean by ' how long will you be staying this time'? Why is Mrs. Pearson here?" all the boys asked at once.
Oh god how am I going to respond. They can't know about my life. Oh shoot the project! We have to tell each other about our lives so we can get an A. " I'll be right...uh back... so umm don't touch anything or go... uh through any of my things." With that I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where Mrs. Pearson was preparing dinner. "What am I supposed to do about the project and all their questions Mrs. Pearson?"
"Zayn, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Julie? And MAYBE it's time you tell everyone, including your old friends, what you've been going through." Mrs. Pearson responded.
" I don't know about that. Maybe I should hold off on telling them... but then again I do need an A on this project. Thanks I think I'll tell them soon Julie." I run back up stairs. I see the boys sitting in a circle on the floor and I join them.
"So are you going to answer us now?" asked Liam.
" Uh.... umm..... yeah. I guess I should but.....
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Haha I used a cliff hanger on you! ( mentally does a stupid dance). Sorry about that but yeah things in life have been a little hectic and I have some problems going on with my family and lately I've been feeling a little depressed but that's okay because I can always listen to some music and write just to get away from the world.
Sorry about that depressing note beginning! So hope you all have a lovely week and I'll talk to ya soon.
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