The Student Teacher ><><>< A Louis Fanfic

Chapter 31: Mum?

   Hayley's P.O.V.

"Mum?" Zayn asked, shocked at the situation at hand.

    It all made sense now. My mom said that she had an affair with another man before I was born. Then, she moved to England to be with her son, who just happened to be Zayn Malik. It would explain how Zayn and I had the same olive skin and brown eyes, but I guess Zayn got his black hair form his dad. Zayn was my brother. 

   "Zayn." Mom said, and she pulled him into a hug. "I didn't know you were in he same band as Louis."

   "Mum, are you Hayley's mother?" Zayn asked, and he was tearing up now. He and his mom had a close relationship, and he was angry that she kept that from him for so long.

   Mom sighed, and put her hand on his shoulder. "Maybe us three should talk about this in private."

    ''Sure, the guest bedroom is over here." I led her to where she would be staying, and Zayn followed as well. We all sat down on the queen sized mattress, with my mother in the middle, and Zayn and I on either side of her.

   "Zayn, before you were born, I had another family. I was married, I had two kids, Hayley being one of them. Hayley's father, my ex-husband, was abusive. When he got really violent, I came over to Bradford to stay with you and your sisters. I tried to take Hayley and her brother with me, but I couldn't. He wouldn't let me."

    "I have a brother?" Zayn asked, the fires in his eyes, somewhat extinguishing, yet mine flaring brighter than ever.

   "No." I said and he looked up at me with confusion flashing over his face. "H-he killed himself when he was sixteen."

   Zayn looked at the floor. His head drooped down, and he placed his hands on his neck. At first I thought he just felt bad fro asking about Tyler, but then I heard a sob. "Are you okay?" I asked him and a tear fell from his face and onto the soft, white carpet. 

   "I might have never known him, but he was still my brother." I was shocked by his words. I had no idea Zayn was this deep.

   "His name was Tyler." I told him. "That's where Louis and I were this weekend. We visited him."

    Zayn walked out of the guest room, and I didn't blame him. I had no idea if he was mad, sad, or if he just needed some time to think. Nevertheless, I followed him to make sure he was okay. I walked into the hallway and saw Zayn walking out the front door to his apartment. "Zayn! Wait!" 

   "What? What is it Hayley? You didn't seem to shocked that your own mother walked out on you and already had a whole nother family on a separate continent!"

   "You think I knew about this? I did, but not that you were my brother. When my mom left I was only five, I hardly have any memories of her. I wasn'r really that shocked to see that within fifteen years she had moved on. Pus, my dad was a dick, and I don't blame her for leaving."

   "She shouldn't have just left you, and your brother, and your dad. He must have been so heart broken."

  "I don't fucking care how heart broken he was. He hit my mother every single day. I know how that feels, because I got it worse. He hit me  because he thought I was a whore! He thought it so much that he carved it into my back the day he got arrested!"

   Zayn stood there, silent tears rolling down his face. "I didn't know it was that bad." He said in a small voice.

   "It's okay. You couldn't have known." He pulled me into a big, brotherly bear hug, and we cried together in eachothers' arms.