Empire ♔ h.s au

09

09

A smile spread across my lips at the thought of seeing my mother once more. I was afraid of having her taken away from me forever, but I never lost hope. Knowing in just minutes that I do get the chance to see her again made me happy.

My hands rested in my lap over my skirt, fidgeting with my fingers as I grew slightly nervous and quite anxious. Zayn chuckled softly so I assume he noticed and I smile small glancing over at him.

"You must really love your mum." He said softly, with a small smile. An actual smile. I notice that he has a nice smile as well, he should smile more often. He looks just a little younger and quite happier as well.

I nod and return the simple gesture of a smile. "Yes, of course I do. She is in fact all I have left, or had left now." I say, getting quieter as my sentence comes to a end and Zayn quickly frowns. He says quietly and shakes his head keeping focus on the dirt road ahead of us.

"This is one damn long road.." I mutter but I don't think Zayn heard me.

I look over at Zayn as he chews on bottom lip lightly, his facial expression quite blank and eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you an only child?" He asked randomly.

I think for a second and pause. "Um, no, I'm not. I had an older brother actually."

He frowns. "Had?"

I nod and sigh, "Yeah, my father died when I was around the age of six or seven, that's when my brother left. Mother never told me much, not even why or how dad died. She also said that my brother ran away because he couldn't bare without my father." I say dully.

He frowns and nods slightly, taking all the information I just spilled into his head. "Hm." Was all he muttered. "And you're full name is...?"

"Elizabeth Louise Parker, but I prefer just Ellie."

"And um, parents and brothers name?" He questions. I didn't wonder and ask why he wanted or needed to know. I just think, 'oh it's only curiosity'.

"Gregory Leon Parker, Kimberly Loraine Parker," I pause in thought, oh shit, what was his name..then I laugh lightly "Is it bad I don't remember my brothers name?"

He looks at my and cocks an eyebrow. "How do you forget your own flesh and blood brothers name?" He chuckles.

"Oh, but he wasn't. He was my adopted brother from England, my father was on a work trip there and came back with a boy, and most of the time I pulled his hair and called him Bubby." I tell him mindlessly shrugging, looking ahead as we slowly come to a clearing.

As he's about to speak he pulls up into an abandoned lot and an utterly large building that looked something you'd see on American Horror Story. It was old and chipped away, dead plants and vines weaving over the large building. Windows painted black with some spots scratched away and jail bars behind the windows as well to keep whosever in there inside.

Zayn parks the car and turns it off. I look over at Zayn who happens to be scanning over the large utterly morbid looking building. He seems to have known I was looking at him and glances to me.

"Ready Elizabeth?" He questions, I mentally groan at the name and roll my eyes in annoyance. I hated being called Elizabeth is sounds...too proper in my opinion.

"It's Ellie, and yeah I'm ready." I mumble whilst undoing my seatbelt followed by opening my side or car door and let myself out.

We both exit the car and walk up to the horrid looking building that my mother so happens to be in. I feel sorry for her, staying here in this hell hole. But I guess we could be even considering I feel like I'm in a hell as well. Zayn and I quickly make our way to the and without knocking Zayn opens the door and invites himself inside as if it were to be his own home. But then again he does work for the Emperor and he could basically do anything he'd like here.

"We need to make this quick if we want to get you home on time to Styles." Zayn mutter quickly as we walk inside.

"Home is not with him, it's with my family back in Texas."

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, "You haven't lived in Texas since you were what, six or seven? And what family, last time I checked you didn't have much left of it. But I can tell you one thing and it's that someone is a lot closer then you think to family."

And all I could comprehend at the moment was of how much of a dick Zayn just sounded. I couldn't even think of what to say to him...

Snapping out of my trance Zayn grabs my arm tightly pulling me down a blank white hallway with several doors on each side. It look much like a prison, but a lot cleaner and decent smelling. My arm started to ache a little with Zayn's tight grip around it and I knew I would get a bruise too.

I glance up at him, his gaze going hard as he basically drags me down the hallway. We soon turn to a door with the black number 54 engraved into the door. Zayn doesn't knock but simply pulls a key from his pocket and slips it into the door quickly unlocking it and pulling us both in. Well wasn't he prepared.

As we walk in I soon see my mother sitting on a dirty white cot across the room. I run over to her and quickly wrap my arms around her. She looks up at notices it's me and takes no time to return the warming gesture. She starts to mumble sweet nothings of how much she loves and misses me

into my hair as she holds me close.

When we pull away I watch as my mother stands up and marches over to Zayn with an angry expression on her face. Her dark hair tied up in a bun and her dull blue eyes keeping a cold stare as she moves closer to Zayn. With Zayn now backed up against the wall my mother stands in front of him, her small finger pressed to his chest as she seethes to him, "You, you helped him take my own daughter away from me. And then you give her to him!"

Zayn raises his hands in defense but doesn't dare touch my mother, he looks down at her not saying a thing but keeps quiet thinking hard. I stand up and slowly walking towards the two.

"And Zayn don't you dare act like you don't know what's going on here because you know damn well you know almost everything about this fucking empire! Almost more then my own Harold." She say raising her voice, after she realizes what she says she quickly glances to me.

"my own Harold."

Harold. Bubby. Harold. Bubby.

I look to my mother wide eyed and Zayn keeps quiet biting his lip looking across the room to nothing.

She turns back to him and grabs his jaw harshly with her small hand. "You lied to us. You tricked us into moving in this Empire. You and that stupid fuck Michael sold us that apartment here, saying it was perfectly fine. But you knew all along, you knew all this time." She growled to him. I on the other hand couldn't even process what was going on, it was all so unbelievable but then again understandable.

So all along it was Harry.

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oh...this chapter sucked and was short but the next one will be a flashback and it'll make more sense.

(unedited bc lazy af)