You're My Kryptonite-- One Direction/ Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Chapter 3: Zayn. (Part 2)

"Let's just start out with saying, my dad isn't good at a lot of things," I started, as we continued walking towards the better part of the city, the part that was lit by the many buildings and ongoing cars. "He's not good at coping, for one. 8 years ago, my mother was in a car accident, and she didn't make it. After that happened, he went from this great family man that loved his wife and daughter more than anything in the world to a drunk, broken hearted man, who gambled and spent money wrecklessly. Since the accident, he hasn't been very good at loving either. I spent the past 8 years working endlessly for him. 8 years, I was only 9, and I had to find a way to get money because he didn't have any," I remarked, before letting out a short, bitter laugh. "Not once did he say thank you. Like I mentioned earlier, he wasn't good with money, and he still isn't. He owes many, many people, he's filed bankrupcy, and yet he still spends whatever is in his hands carelessly. A few months ago, he came home at around 4 in the morning, and told me that he got married. That's when I met my stepmonster, Becca. She has, does, and will always hate me. She was nothing like my mother, but I could tell by her appearance that she was filthy rich. She is filthy rich. So why was I alone back there by myself? A few hours ago, Becca made it clear to that man I used to call my father that he had to choose between me and her. And you know who he chose? Her. Because she has money for him. He chose her over his own daughter. His own daughter. The one that spent the past eight years away from the typical teenage world to help him out. I stormed out, I couldn't be in the same room as either of them, and it was obvious that they didn't want me. So yeah, now they're living together and I'm here," I stated bluntly, gesturing towards the city we finally reached.

I hadn't realized that I'd been crying until Zayn stopped walking and pulled me into a hug after taking his hand and wiping away the tears that had fallen on their own. We were standing on a sidewalk and the streetlight was illuminated right above us. Zayn held onto me tightly, just comforting me. I couldn't help but to cry even more, and I broke down in his arms. I was shaking now, frustration planting itself in me. Zayn rested his chin on my head, hushing me.

"Sh.. don't cry. If anything, he should be the one crying. I know I barely know you, but I know that you don't deserve any of this, you didn't do anything wrong, he's the one that made the mistake. He let go of a beautiful girl that is more amazing than he could realize. Sh.." He was stroking my hair now, calming me down. "Are you okay?"

Pulling away, I wiped my face with the sleeves of his jacket. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He scratched his head and looked at the towering buildings around us before looking back at me.

"Wait, does that mean you don't have a place to stay?" I slowly nodded in response. "That's not good.. Why don't you stay with me and--"

I quickly pulled back, with wide eyes. "I barely know you, I couldn't."

He turned his head a bit, sticking his hands in his pockets with a thoughtful look on his face. "I'm here on holiday, so it will only be the next two weeks, and I'm staying with my.. um.. my lads. So why don't you come and meet them, and then think about your decision. How does that sound?"

"I don't know.."

"Well, it's much safer than staying in these streets by yourself."

He had a point.. He seems nice; I mean, if he was going to hurt me, he would have done it already, right? "I guess so."

A smile stretched across his face and he put his arm around me. "Ah, good choice. My lads and I are staying at the hotel right there," he said, pointing to the Carlyle Hotel. My mouth fell open, the Carlyle was a five star hotel. The kind that only high class people stayed at. The kind that celebrities stayed at.

"How do.. What.. But that.. It.." The words stumbled out of my shocked self.

Running his hand through his hair again, he bit his lip, and then responded. "We have connections.. yeah, that's what we have..yeah."

"Well, okay then.."

He led me across the street, his bare arm still draped around my shoulder. We arrived at the entrance of the building and I already felt out of place. Walking through the golden entrance doors, my mouth fell open again. The lobby was beautiful, a shining chandelier was hung in the middle, fresh flowers were places in glass vases by the couches, and the room itself, black, white, and gold, was breath taking. It was well balanced, and everything was perfectly polished. I certainly did not fit in this place. "Zayn, I.. I don't really..."

"Sh, come on now." He began leading me to a set of shining stairs, after giving the receptionist a bright smile. I looked around and saw a girl, about 13 or so, looking at Zayn and I. Her eyes were wide and in shock when they found Zayn, but when she glanced at me, her narrowing eyes filled with hatred. What was her problem?

We reached the top of the stairs, and I was in awe again. He led me to a door, unlocked it, and let me inside. I thought that after seeing the lobby, the stairs, and the halls, I couldn't be any more shocked; I thought wrong. The large sitting room, with dark orange walls and decorated brown carpet, had a large desk,  beautiful couches, lamps, and other vintage looking furniture. The thing that caught my eye the most was the grand piano sitting at the end of the room, right next to the large window exposes the beautiful streets of New York. "Wow," I breathed.

There were doors on each side of the room, probably leading to the bedrooms. Zayn released me as we heard footsteps coming from behind the doors, heavy footsteps, as if there were several people walking. The doors opened and three boys appeared, smiles plastered on all of their faces.

"ZAYN'S BACK!"

"ZAYN!"

"GIRL."

"THE BRADFORD BAD BOY HAS RETURNED"

"AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT SEES A GIRL?"

"A girl?!"

"ZAYN HAS A GIRL."

"WHO IS THAT GIRL."

Before they could continue, a blond boy who looked about their age bounce into the room, with widened eyes and a questioning look on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah.Did you bring back food?" 

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There's the rest of Chapter 3! Thank you for all of the votes and support :) You guys make me want to write! Anywho, tell me what you think about it!

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--Jenn :)