This isn't real {Zayn Malik}

Broken Glass

Zayn and I were in the middle of our schooling, when we heard a knock at the door.

"Who's is it?" I called to Zayn from the kitchen.

"Okay thank you. Thank you yes I'll tell her. Okay. Okay. Kay bye"

Zayn made his way over to me and he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked nervous, but also a bit annoyed.

"Who was it?"

"Your um dad"

"Oh... What did he want?"

"He said he wanted to take you out to eat later, to clear things up?"

"Clear things up?"

"The divorce maybe?"

I sighed and texted my dad about the details. He said to meet at his new apartment at 1, and we would ride together. It was 11:46 when Zayn and I finished our lesson, so I went and began getting ready.

"Will you come with me?"

"Layla I want to, but I think this is something for just you guys. I don't want to intrude love."

"Yeah you're right."

"If anything goes wrong just text me and I'll be there"

I nodded and continued applying my makeup.

"What do you wear out with your dad?" I asked while pulling clothes out of the closet.

"Well not that for sure. That's only for me" Zayn said with a chuckle when he saw the dress in my hand. I swatted him on the arm as my cheeks heated up.

"This will work"

I had picked a black and white top with black jeans, and my wedges. Nothing too fancy, but nothing too laid back.

"I should get going. Its already 12:37"

"Want me to drive you?"

"No. Its okay."

"Alright I love you, be safe and text or call if you need anything."

"Alright mom."

"Hey! Watch that tone missy. "

I giggled before leaving Zayn a kiss on the cheek, and making my way outside. As I got in the car, a feeling of anxiety and fear took over my body. I really had nothing to be worried about, after all he is still my dad. But, I had thoughts that led back to when he slapped me. What if he wanted me to meet him at his apartment so he could do to me, what he did to my mom all those times. I felt even worst anxiety as I ran out of the still parked car, and back into the house.

"Layla? You okay?"

"Drive me. Please"

"Yeah sure"

We got back in the car, me in the passenger seat, Zayn in the driver. As we made our way down the road, I could tell we were getting closer and closer.

"You okay?"

"Just anxiety thats all"

"You scared? Talk to me love"

"I was just thinking, what if I go to his apartment and he does to me what he did to my mom?"

The car fell silent. I could see Zayns' brown furrowing.

"I would never let that happen. I'll walk you in, stay for a minute, then leave and I will pick you up from wherever you guys are eating. "

"Okay"