Uncradled Love *A Z.M. AU*

Chapter three

Sarah's P.O.V.

I woke up to the smell of eggs in the house. A rich smell. I got up,messsed up my hair and left the room. I could hear Waliyha and Zayn's laughing and chatting. I skipped down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Their gaze shifted towards me and once again,tension filled the air.

"Good morning guys!" I spoke up.

"Sarah...did you and Zayn do something last night?" Waliyha questioned in answer of my greetings.

"Not now,Waliyha." Zayn answered shaking his head left to right.

"Sure?" Waliyha questioned again.

"Yea sure." I answered this time.

"Hmm...what about 'his' shirt?" She questioned raising her eyebrows.

"Oh...Wali,I gave her my shirt so that she can be comfortabel and look she is." Zayn answered. I could tell clearly he was annoyed.

"Ooops. I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry for wearing your shirt this long." I said embarssed.

"No,its okay." Zayn answered placing a small smirk on his lips.

I shook my head and started climbing up the stairs.

"Look what you did." I heard Zayn,kind of rebuking Waliyha.

"Zayn..." Waliyha protested.

"No. She's our guest." Zayn finished.

I entered my room and packed up my mobile and wallet with home keys. I could hear Zayn murmuring something in the corridoor but couldn't make out what he was saying. I was just about to enter the restroom when Zayn bursted through the door.

"Sarah....you can wear this anytime and everytime." He said,clearly out of breathe.

"Actually..." I turned around.

"Thanks for letting me stay,giving me your shirt and being this much gentle to me. That means a lot. Thanks. I got to go in 5 minutes." I completed expressing my gratitude and entered the restroom.

Somewhere deep in my heart,I was sad and confused. I was feeling mixed. Did Zayn like me just because I'm his guest? Does he talk about me with Waliyha? Am I in love or just a crush?

"No you can't be Sarah. He's Zayn Malik." I shook my head splashing water on my face. I dried my face and hands with the extra towel placed in the restroom and left the room.

Unconcioulsy,I held his shirt upto my face and smelled his scent. Aftershave mixed with cigarette. Oh,what a scent. I entered the lounge and found him waiting for me.

"Here,thanks" I handed his shirt to him and turned aound to leave.

"Sorry Sarah,bye." He muttered,barely hearable.

"Bye." I replied and left the house after waving to Waliyha who was sitting in the kitchen having her breakfast.

I walked down the street fidgeting with my home keys. The future scenes were revolving in my mind. I knew what was waiting for me three blocks down,in my home. I stopped a street before my home and entered a bakery. My stomach was growling so a quick breakfast won't hurt. Anyhow,being 5 minutes early won't change the consequences. I grabbed the sandwich and left the bakery. Even though I ate a lot less,I was fairly fast in it. So,I completed it just before entering my home. I unlocked the door and sighed deeply three times. I read somewhere that it makes you less nervous.

"Okay. Get ready for the action." I consoled myself a little smilimg.

My parents were sitting in the lounge chatting about something. Obviously my elder brother,he's the one who gets all the attention. So that's something,not new for me.

"Hi Mom.hi Dad." I interrupted their discussion.

They turned their necks and their gaze totally pierced me. That was the time for which I was never waiting.

"Huh,so back home." My mother was the first to speak.

"Sluts like her don't deserve to be said anything Martha." My Dad told my Mom.

I could feel tears building up in my eyes and adrenaline rushing in my whole body.

"I know John. Go somewhere we can't see you,bitch." My Mom huffed.

"I will." I answered walking to the staircase to get to my room as quickly as possible.

"How dare you talk back,huh?" My Dad stood up furiously and got me by my long brown hair. I screamed in pain. He knocked me down to the ground and started kicking me in my stomach while my mother gave the back sounds by producing new kinds of abusive words. After they were finished,the left the home leaving me on the floor still knocked out. I held my stomach and brought my legs upto my face,sobbing. My life started from these sobs and even ended on these.

I got up with great effort and went upstairs to my room with billions of thoughts running in my mind. Is this all? Should I leave home now? Can I do it?

"Why not." I answered myself and started packing my old huge suitacse. I threw all clothes,and some important things I needed. My hands particularly stopped on a photoframe. It was a simple photoframe with a picture of Dad with me in my childhood. He was not like this then. He kept me as his little princess. He was caring and loving but what have I done now? I packed that up too and left the house still sobbing. Thousand of bruises covered my face and arms and cheeks damp with tears.

I walked down two blocks and sat in the park waiting for God's help to come. I was unsure of what I'm going to do and what I wanted. I sat there for like years crying and thinking until the drops of water poured down fromt he sky. I didn't even bother to look up and kept crying,focusing on loneliness. It turned dark soon and I was left alone in the park. I was cold. My suitcase was secured under a tree but I wasn't. I took a great painful sob and then,everything blacked out. Last thing I remembered was falling on the hard,wooden bench.

A/N I wrote this chapter a relatively big onw. There's a request for whoever is reading this. You are precious to me so please comment just once to tell me that you are there for me. Plus,please please suggest and share this book to your followers and the ones you are following. Its a request please!

The picture attached is of Daniel Craig and Julie Andrews. They are the parents of Sarah in this book. Martha and John.