Saving You, Zayn Malik

Chapter 13

The next couple days flew by, with a similar routine everyday. Jack kept his distance from me, and whenever I tried to ask him what was wrong, he'd shoot back a witty remark, so eventually, I gave up on him. My dad seemed keen on me moving in, so he took me out shopping, for clothes, and bedroom furniture.

"We'll design your room any way you want." He had said, a huge grin marking his face. I'd never reply, just offer a small smile before avoiding his eyes.

Zayn had told the other boys that I'd might not come home, and they all took time to call me and explain why I had to go back to them.

"You complete us. Please, Julie, you saved Zayn's life for goodness sakes! You have to stay." Liam pleaded, desperation in his voice. "I'll teach you how to beat-box if you come back! I promise, and than we can the beat-boxing twins!"

"Who's going to cook us pancakes in the morning if you leave?" Harry had asked, "But, seriously, its your decision. Everyone here wants you back, just two weeks away was enough, if you're gone forever.. I don't know what we'd do. AND YOU OWE ME THAT PUSSY.. cat."

"You know how much I love you." Niall gushed, "You know you mean more than anything to me, and I want you happy. So, if coming back here makes you happy, do it. But if staying down there is what you want, do that. We'll all understand. And I haven't taken you to Nandos yet! If you come on tour with us that'll be the first place we go!"

"BABY. JULIE, BABY DON'T LEAVE US." Louis had screamed, "Where do I begin? I've grown so close with you, Jules. You tell me everything. IF YOU DON'T COME BACK TO ME I'LL RAPE YOUR PRECIOUS ZAYN." Louis cried, he had paused for a moment before saying, "Actually, no I won't.. But yeah come back to meeeee."

The phone calls replayed through my head, a smile forming on my lips. Tomorrow was the day I had to decide if I was going to return home, or make a new home here.

"Dinner's ready." A voice said, opening my door. I looked up to see Kirsten standing in the doorway timidly.

"I'm not hungry." I muttered, pulling the covers over my head. The door closed, but when I pulled down the covers, Kirsten was still there, rubbing her hands together in nerves and making her way to me.

"I know you and I don't get along very well." She stated, her voice high. I rolled my eyes, I already knew where this was leading. "But I really think you should stay. I'd love to get to know you better." Her eyes met mine, a small smile pulling on her lips.

"If my dad's making you do this, you're dead to me." I said, my eyes narrowing at her.

"No!" She cried, her hands up in defense, "No, I came here on my own. I don't want any hard feelings between us. I'm not your mom, I know.. but I'd love to be your step-mom. And maybe you moving in with us would help build our relationship."

I considered this. Kirsten wasn't half bad, and now I knew she wasn't attempting to be my mom. I nodded at her, my eyes staring hard at the ground.

"Anyways," She sighed, turning for the door, "If you're hungry dinners still there."

I nodded again, but this time I pulled myself up, and headed out the door with her, a friendly smile on my lips, "Thanks, Kirsten." I said, walking next to her.

She just smiled warmly at me, and we took our seats at the table. Five plates of pasta were on the table, with Jack and my dad already owning two.

"Who's the fifth one for?" I asked, taking a seat next to Jack, who clenched his fist and avoided my gaze.

"Ryan." My dad said and, as if on cue, Ryan walked through the front door, and took a seat next to me, his eyes gleaming. "He didn't know if he'd be able to say bye tomorrow, so I invited him to dinner. I hope that's okay?" My dad said, answering my confused look.