Queen | Ain't Going Nowhere
After the tremendous head Erin got yesterday she has been on cloud nine ever since. Staying at Zayn's place with him made her feel safe, and she wanted to stay here for as long as she could but she knew that this wouldn't last too long.
God she felt so much like a queen being with him. He treated her special and she loved it all. The attention she was getting was rare from any guy. The rest of the guys try to flirt and smash in one day, but Erin was so much better than to give up herself like that. And she knew that Zayn was better than the rest of the niggas out there too.
The next day she began to feel paranoid. Her eyes were on that door just waiting for Kyrie to bust it down and take here away from Zayn. It happened once when she tried to stay with her mother but he just brought her back to the house and earned a good beating for it too. She didn't want to go home, but she didn't want to get hit either. Even though she was suppose to be in that damn closet it was even harder for her to come up with some lie explaining how she got out in the first place. That'll just get him even more upset and that'll result in another deadly beating. It just..terrified her.
"Zayn?" Erin spoke, tilting her head to look at him. "I think I have to go soon."
Zayn frowned, "Why would you ever want to go back go him?"
"Not him, but to the house," she told him.
"Again..why?" Zayn questioned.
"He probably found out that I'm gone, and he'll start looking for me anytime soon," she says looking away.
"If he comes then I'm beating his fucking ass Erin. He's not going to come and take you away from me, you know that right? Because I hope you do," Zayn says seriously.
"But—,"
"But nothing Erin, you're staying with me until we get things figured out," he was so attached to her that he could let her leave, and he meant every word.
"Zayn, I just can't," she says sitting up from the couch, she shook her head. "I'm scared of him."
His face soften when he heard that. Knowing that Erin is scared of some bastard who beats women saddens him to the max. Zayn has no clue what she goes through day and night. He just didn't want her to leave, and he'll try his best not to let her go.
Zayn sat up from the couch to sit next to her, he sighed, "I don't want you to leave me Erin, I really don't."
"I don't want to leave either," she whispers. "But we both know that I have to."
"What if you didn't? Like, how about we just lie," Zayn suggested.
Erin looked at him, "He locked me up in a closet Zayn, and he has done that multiple times. I have never been able to escape and now all of a sudden I do? It just won't make sense."
Deep down he knew that it didn't make sense. He was able to find a spare key, go upstairs to the bedroom, turn the loud music off, here Erin's voice, opened the closet door and take her away from the house. Who else would have done that for her? Probably nobody.
When Erin got up from the couch Zayn snapped out of his thoughts and frowned. She was walking upstairs to most likely get her clothes and leave, and he wasn't having that.
"Erin can we just talk it out before you go?" Zayn asked, his voice laced with worry.
"Talk about what Zayn? How I'm gonna end up half dead when I get back?" Erin snapped.
"Erin no, you're not going back," he says sternly.
She turned away from him, "I have to, it's in my contract."
Zayn swung his arms back and forth in frustration, his hands clapping everytime they meet. He was trying to think but it was just a blank space.
As Erin slipped on her clothes she was silently praying to herself that Kyrie will show a little bit of mercy on her, but she knew that wasn't even close to what he was gonna show her.
"Baby please," Zayn whined.
"Don't do that," Erin turned around to face him with watery eyes. "Don't make it hard on me."
He sighed, "I'm not trying to, I just want you with me Erin."
"Don't you think I want the same?" Erin spoke softly, her voice cracking and tears falling from her dark brown eyes that holds so much sadness to them.
Zayn held her in his arms and kissed the top of her head as she sobbed in his chest, he didn't like this one bit, it made him very sad, "You can stay with me Erin...just please don't go."
"I-I'll stay," she sniffed.
"Come lay down love, we'll talk about this tomorrow," Zayn says gently.
Erin wiped her wet face and nodded, following him to the big master bed that was in the middle of his room. They got underneath the soft covers and they got close. Making sure to hold each other tight because they never knew if they were gonna see each other again. Zayn and Erin wanted to make sure that they will never let each other go.
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queen | zayn malik
Fanfiction"darling you're a queen, you deserved to be treated like one." when a woman that is in an abusive relationship finally gets the chance of what it feels like to be treated like a queen by a famous photographer that goes by the name of zayn malik. [...
