***Zayn's P.O.V***
A loud noise erupts from downstairs as the sound manages to echo through my room and barge past my sound proof door. Usually this thing works but for some reason, it wasn't able to stop from breaking through my door. Whatever it is, it has just ruined my sleep. My fucking sleep. Now if people know me, they know my sleep is my haven so nobody should dare wake me up because they will pay the consequences.
Not thinking much of it, I turn over until the noise happens again, getting louder this time. My door fly's open as Moira fly's in, tears streaming down her face. "Zayn! Zayn please get up! It's mum!" I've never seen my sister more upset, scared or distraught in my life. "Babe, babe calm down whats wrong? Is she okay? Is she doing it again?" She nods vigorously and hides herself in my chest. "Zayn it's getting worse! This time she actually pinned me against the wall and then chucked me onto the floor. Zee I'm scared."
It kills me whenever this happens. When mum and dad divorced when I was 5, she hasn't been well. She become severely depressed and I ended up by trying to look after her. The depression got the best of her when I was 10 and it's always been so hard for me too look after both my mum and Moira. I love them too bits, there my world and I wouldnt change it. I just really wish I could help mum. Some days she can be perfectly fine, the next shes a different women.
I know the sometimes she doesn't take her medication and I can tell you that right now is probably one of those times. But seriously? Pinning up her own daughter against the wall and throwing her too the floor? That's low and I can help but fill with anger. I know she cant help it, she probably doesn't know whats going on in her head but I can't let this happen. I need to help both my sister and my mum.
Pulling Moira's face up towards mine, I stare her in the eyes. "Listen, I know its late but I'll book you into a hotel room. Tomorrow you can stay at Vannessa's for a few days. You know, just untill this blows over. I promise you I will sort this, okay?" She begins to tremble in fear as her eyes open widely.
"Wait? What? No Zee! No! You can't leave me alone! Please, I need you! Please stay at the hotel with me?" I can't help but sigh. Of course I wouldn't leave her alone in a hotel but I'm stuck between protecting and supporting my sister, or helping my mum from doing anything potentially stupid. This is super hard for me you know but I really do need to make a decision. I can't ask for help from any one. What sort of man would I be?
"Moria listen. I will take you to the hotel myself right now. Then, I'll come sort out mum then come back to you. I promise M. I love you okay princess? Go pack a bag for a few days away from home. Go on." Sniffling, she runs out of my room and shuts the door. I have no idea what the fuck I'm going to do now but I need to be quick about it.
Running downstairs, I walk straight through the kitchen trying to avoid all of the broken glass and smashed ornaments left spread all over the floor. Okay this is definitely worse then usual. I turn my head and look towards the living room where I can see that my mum is sprawled out on the sofa, talking to herself. Quickly I slam shut the door and lock it, running straight outside reving my engine.
Not long after Moira runs out and sits in car whilst I quickly call the hotel and book a room. I never thought that this would get to this extent. Never in my life did I think my mum would attack my sister like that. Her own daughter.
These moments are occasional and have been for the past 13 years of my life. The past 10 its gotten worse and no body knows. Only myself, Moira and the doctors. Would I tell my friends? No. No I wont. I love the lads like they are my brothers but I couldn't tell them this. What would they think? I cant tell any one this. Ever.
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After dropping Moira off at the hotel, I head straight back to the house only to find the living room door ripped to shreds. It looks as if a stray dog has attacked and clawed at it, trying to destroy every reminder.
Stepping inside the living room is trashed. The tables and chairs flipped over, photo frames and ornaments scattered all over the floor and books ripped to tiny pieces. Its scary to think this has all come from my mother and I mean god knows where she is now.
I just can;t believe this. Before I went to sleep she seemed fine, normal even. She was acting like the mother I knew she really was. Sweet, kind and innocent. Not this monster she turns into. Wait, no. That's sick. She's ill I cant call her that! None of this is her fault. I need to keep telling myself that. None of this is her fault.
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Waking up, my sister is wrapped up in my arms. No I never usually sleep with my sister, don't get wierd thoughts. She was just so frightened last night I was her only source of comfort. Trying not to wake her, I slip my arms out from under her body and pick up my phone. I have a few missed calls but I cant be bothered to call back. It's just Harry and one call from Liam but nothing important. Before I put my phone down, a name in bold catches my attention. Dynasty.
She has texted me twice this morning. Shit what it the time? 10:30am? Why the hell has she texted me. Clicking on the message, I open up the text and read it.
To Zayn,
Hey! Umm me and Emily are going out today! Oh sorry, me and gobby!;) I think her boyfriend is meeting us so don't know if you want to come with?:) xx
From Dynasty 9:35am
To Zayn,
Hey? Do you want to? Were meeting at 11?:) xx
From Dynasty
I cant help but smile. That's really sweet of her to invite me out but I can't leave Moira! Not after last night. Wait hold up? Zayn Malik you are not going soft. No way. Really Sweet? There is no way I'm going soft over some girl I barely know!
But I mean... she is super hot and omg that body and she seems like really nice... No Zayn shut the hell up. Just turn her away.
Without thinking, I reply back to her.
To Dynasty,
Nah Im okay.
From Zayn
Re reading it, I have to mentally slap myself. Seriously? That's what I fucking put? Out of everything, I put 'Nah I'm okay.' Yeah, I guess my prickish self is coming back. Well she is going to have to get used to it, doubt she will want to know me long.
Grunting, I walk into the shower and let the hot steamy water rinse over my body. I wish it would help wash away the guilt I'm feeling right now. I wish I could change my image but that would wash away years of hard work. I can't be going soft for some girl I hardly know but I mean, she has already affected me and I only knocked into her in college.
The only girls in my life right now is Moira and mum and that's how it should be. Girlfriends are just too much drama and I'm not into that shit. Wait... Mum! I haven't seen her since yesterday or heard from her? I hope she is okay. What if shes hurt, jumping out of the shower, I wrap a clean crisp towel around my bottom half of my body and tip toe over to my bedside table to grab my phone. Moira is still asleep so I cant wake her.
Heading back into the bathroom, I call my mum time after time after time. No answer, leave a voice mail after the beep. Maybe she didn't take her phone? She is a grown women, she may be ill but she should be okay. She is a Malik. Malik's are always strong. Just think hopeful Zayn, you have Moira to think about.
I was brought out of my thoughts as the door is opened wide. "wooooooow I didn't want to see that. Sorry." Moria's face glows red and I cant help but laugh. Seriously? We used to bath together as a child. "Shut up M! Right get ready, I'm going to take you to breakfast. We need some bonding time just sister and bro because I love you little sis." Pulling her into a hug, I make my way back into the bedroom.
I'm not even hungry, if I'm honest I feel sick as hell but I need to make sure she eats and is okay. I have to be the strong one for both of us. She needs me now and I intend to be there for her.
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FanfictionZAYN MALIK FAN FICTION Zayn has always had the bad boy image in school and college but at home he is a innocent sweet boy. Will his bad boy image change in college when he bumps into Dynasty? Is she strong enough to help Zayn break through his true...
