The Bradford Bunhead: A One Direction Fan Fiction

The Break

Zayn's POV

Aria screamed so loud that te people turned around and looked at us. She refused to care, and put her hands in the air and giggled. The ride came to a halt and we unbuckled. We got out of the ride.

"Oh my gosh! That was such a rush!" Aria exhaled.

"Yea, and everyone knew what a rush you were having with that scream!" Donia said.

"Alright, I see your point, but I'm silent all of the time. Everything is bottled inside until I an let it out on a roller coaster. that's the only time get t scream in frustration." Doniya rolled her eyes.

It was an amazing day. We rode almost everyday and aria screamed the whole time. We had the most amzing hot dog. At five p.m., we began the drive home.

We arrived back on our street, and Aria and I said goodbye to both of our families. We had to make it back before tomorrow. I had to work and she had class tomorrow. She said goodbye to her parents and brothers, as did I.We then went over to my house, where I hugged my sisters and parents.

"Stay close, alright? Call!" Doniya said, and I turned to answer, but she was hugging Aria. I did not mind. Aria and my sisters ere really close, and that's what I really loved about all of them. They got on so well, it was as if we were all meant to be together on this street. Aria hugged Waliyha and Safaa.

"Don't let the boys scare your boyfriends, and don't get mad, 'cuz they mean well, Waliyha." Aria said to Waliyha as she nodded. Safaa hugged her once more before we walked out the door and into the car. We drove out of the town and onto the highway before Aria started talking.

"You know how are families were meant to be together?"

"Yea. Why?"

"Well, I just think it's so ironic."

"What?"

"Well, you, me and my brother are the same age, then Chris and Walyha are so close in age, and so are Andrew and Safaa. It's just weird."

"I guess."

"Maybe our families are supposed to be one. Maybe two of us will get married. That would be cool."

"Yea, it would." I nodded and smiled. That would be the coolest thing in the world. Then, Rolling in the Deep by Adele rang out into the car.

"Oh, it's Colin."

"That's an odd rington for a boyfriend, isn't it."

"Well, I don't know. It is how it is." She pushed the accept button on the touch screen of her iPhone and brought the phon to her ear.

"Hello?" She said hesitantly. There was a strong buzzing from the phone and she pulled it away. I could hear colin screaming on the other end. She brought the phone back.

"Colin? What are you talking about?" She brought the phone down and clicked the speaker button.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Aria. You're cheating on me." He shouted.

"What? No I'm not? Where'd you get  that idea." She said.

"From the photos. The paps."

"Who would I be cheating on you with?"

"That Zayn kid. You know, your best friends. Sould've known you were lying. These pictures, you're with him adhe's got his arm around you. You're at a amusement park andhugging him. This is rediculous."

"Colin, wait, let me ex--" And the phone clicked to an end. "Are we almost there?" She asked.

'Yea, we're on your street."

"Alright. drop me off.  think he's going to be at my place." I drove her to the curb and she got her stuff by herself. She waved and disappeared into the building. I drove away.

Aria's POV

I wheeled my suitcase to the third floor and unlocked the door. Surely, Colin was standing across from me with his hands in his pockets I pu my suitcase to the side and looked to him.

"Hi Colin." I said quietly.

"HI? YOU CHEAT ON ME COME IN HERE, AND SAY HI?" He bellowed.

"Colin, I didn't cheat on you." I said calmly.

'Well, then look at these and tell me." He motioned to some magazines on the coffee table. There was one of Zayn and I with his arm arund me walking intohis house.Another going into the amusement park, and then one when we were walking inside the park. All had a headline to the effect of "Zayn's Taken!" I looked up to Ccolin.

"We are great friends, but I'm not cheatig on you."

"I see the way you look at him. You don't look at me like that. You're a terrible person,you ugly fat cheater. I never want to see your face again." He walked to the door and I swerved around to see his back by the door.

":Maybe there's reasons why I don't look at you like that! Maybe it's because you told me I'm a terrible dancer, or that I'm stupid. Maybe it's your extreme jealousy or the fact that you call me ugly and fat and ccuse m of things yu know aren't true. Maybe it's because I know you're cheating on me. With Adeline. You say you're just watching a movie at home, then don't nswer your phone? She looks at you with that littl smik and you give her a onceover. I'm not stupid, Colin. I know what you two have been up to. I hate you for making me feel the way I do right now. Just leave, and I won't be here when Adeline leaves you for someone better, because I'll already be with someone I deserve, and you'll be alone." He tuned around and began to walk towards my fuming body.

"YOU LITTLE----" He began to raise his hand, and I quivered, but was interrupted.

"I wouldn't suggest you finish your though. I know I can hurt you, and I can tell the world how you hit an innocent woman who just came back from visiting her family. So either leave in silence and never show your face around here again, or a ruined rep and a beating. I would personally choose the leave in silence, but it's your call, mate." Colin turned to face Zayn.

He came back. I gasped. Colin turned to me and then bac to Zayn, and stalked out of the room. My knees grew weak and I collapsed, but Zayn mde his way over to me quick enough to catch me. I sat on the floor in his lap as he slowly rocked me. I sobbed.

"Shhhh. He's not coming bck. he won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you, love." I cried until I slowly fell asleep..

The next morning, I woke upin my bed. I yawned and got up from my bed. I changed into loose navy sweats and a gray Irish Dance Academy tshirt. I rolled my hair into a bun before going into the kitchen. I heard sizzling.

I walked into the kitchen silently, and saw Zayn at the stove.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Pancakes!"

"Chocolate chip?"

"What else?" I smiled at him and sat at the small wooden kitchen table as Zayn flopped the pancaes onto two plates. I looked at him, Zayn, the mend to my break.