Please Don't Go

Chapter 1

I sat down in one of the booths, the rag still pressed to my head, waiting for the international pop-star to come pick me up at McDonalds when it's 2 AM in the morning. I guess the phone call went good, right?

"Hello?" a tired and sleepy voice asked. I gulped.

"Zayn?" That came out weaker than I felt.

"Who is this? Where did you get this number?"

"Zayn, this is Mariana, Mariana Llguano (La-gua-no), remember me?"

"Mars, is that really you?" They way he said it made it sound like he missed me.

"Yes." I said.

Silence.

I sighed.

"Zayn, I understand if you don't want to talk to me, it's just......." I lost my words.

"Mariana, what's wrong?" He knows me too well.

"Zayn, I need you to pick me up, please." I asked. I heard sounds of moving on the other line.

"I'll be right there, where are you?" he asked.

"Wait a sec." I turned to cake face still frozen in place in front of me.

"Can I have the address please?"

"Bakers St, McDonalds on Bakers St." she mumbled.

"I'm in the McDonalds on Bakers St."

"Be there in thirty minutes."

"Bye."

So that was my conversation. Good after two years. Not. And this is totally not how I wanted to look when I saw Zayn again. My hair was a bloody bees nest, my clothes wet and drenched from the puddles in the alley, and my white Toms, well they were definetely not white anymore. This is not the way I wanted to look when I reconnect with him.

When I moved back to the UK in London, I had plans to talk to Zayn again, straighten things with him. And not because he was famous. Because something happened to me in Texas, and I realized I needed my loved ones. My parents were out of the equation, and my grandparents despised me. Yes, I did have friends, but they were nothing compared to Zayn. He was everything to me. I remembered when we first met each other in Bradford when me and my family moved like it was just yesterday.

~Flashback~

"Mariana, please just don't sit on the couch, come out and help me and your dad, now!" my mom yelled through the front door.

"No!" I yelled rather childishly, clutching on to my pink care-bear doll. Well I was still a child at the age of five, so....

"Mariana, please don't be so stubborn." my dad said, placing a box on the ground before me.

"No daddy. I want to move back to Texas, I don't like it here." I said, burying my face in the care-bear. I felt the couch dip beside me, opening my eyes to see I was placed on my dads lap.

"Sweetie, come on, you've been here for an hour. You haven't even been out since we got back from the airport."

"But daddy, look at this place. Why aren't there big houses, why are we living in a small apartment?" I pouted.

"Mariana, you know it's been a hard time since I lost my job. And this job I found here is perfect. And this apartment is perfect. If you let it be, your new life can turn out perfect too." he said, kissing the top of my head. I leaned against his chest, thinking of what he had said.

Out of nowhere, my care-bear flew out of my grasp as my dad tickled me.

"Daddy.....MOM!" I yelled, laughing my head off.