Stay strong

Chapter 3

"What you doing here Zayn." I feel Cameron grab my arm gently.

"I want to talk to you, privately." he looks at Cameron.

"It's fine, go to the car. I'll be with you shortly." I whisper in his ear and he nods.

"Well...?" I tear him out of his of his gaze. "Why you here."

I must say, Zayn is beautiful he has these gorgeous eye lashes, along with these plump lips.

"Are you wearing his clothes?" I let out a sigh and roll my eyes. Cameron would never be able to fit into my dad's clothes.

"Get to the point." I say getting frustrated.

"Look, I only came here to say sorry. Sorry I'm such a ass to you, about the eye I promise I will never forgive myself, such a dick move to pull. Anyway I don't give a shit if you don't forgive me at least I tried." And with that he walks away?

"Zayn..." He turns back around and looks at me with his eyebrows shot up.

"You didn't come here for that, to say sorry."

"Are you serious, my head was going to explode I couldn't control myself, I actually hit you." somehow I believe now that he came here to apologise but I already forgave him so I don't know why he's apologising again.

"I forgive you." It wasn't a big deal to me, only for a split second.

He smiles at me before getting into his shiny black range rover. How does a boy like Zayn not get a single scratch on his car.

I walk back to Cameron's car and he smiles. "Are you okay?" he asks and I nod happily.

"Thank you for the drive and for everything." he smiles and pulls out the driveway.

I walk back to the house and recap everything that has gone on today. As I get in I go straight up to my room to change into my white fluffy pyjamas and a plain white vest top.

After revising the topics of all subjects, even history, I decide to go and have ice cream. It's only six thirty and scoop closes at eight o'clock.

I jump over from the spot I was in and put on my black jeans and a T-shirt. I grab my phone, keys and change off my shelf before leaving.

The shop isn't packed that much except there is a big group of boys and girls, I recognise some from school. A normal group of friends, nothing on there minds, not wondering if there father is going to die. How I envy there lives, but I know nothing.

The floors are checkered, the walls are a turquoise colour and the theme is 60's.

"What would you like to order." A fairly old women asks me, she has a pink strip uniform with a red apron with the logo Scoop on it.

All the choices look delicious but I'm not in a state enjoy anything."Cocoanut and chocolate ripple." I smile and put the menu down. Once she finishes writing it down she heads back.

I check my phone for messages or missed calls but I had no luck. When I look up there is a bowl with a white ice cream, chocolate chips and raspberries.

"Thank you." I dig in,

"Miss that's going to be six Pounds thirty." I huff at the expense and pay the women seven pounds. To my luck that is how much I brought.

I grab my phone off the table and stand up, the group of girls and boys are still there and I find myself looking as I'm about to leave.

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"Hello? anyone home." I shout as I take the key out the door. "I'll take that as a no." I talk to myself.

Our TV doesn't work, I have no family to talk to, I've finished my work and revised for it. I have nothing to do except sleep. I walk up the creaky stairs and change back into my pyjamas.

I lay my head on what I fall asleep to,

A/N

Sorry this chapter was boring but it will get better :)