One Direction Imagines and Preferences 2

Making things easier - Zayn Imagine Part 2

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Zayns Pov.

"She told us to tell you to always choose your family first, no matter what."

Waliyha's words played in my head over and over as soon as she said them.

"Zayn?" Doniya asked, worriedly.

I quickly snapped from my thoughts about all of the possibilities that statement could mean to see my sisters and mum looking at me worriedly.

I looked at my mum and immediately felt a surge of pain and disappointment.

"If she's left me because of you I will never speak to you again, and I mean that." I spoke in between gritted teeth as I rushed to get my shoes on so I could leave.

"Zayn?" A small voice asked from behind me, I let a tear fall and turned around expecting it to be one of my sisters to see my mum.

Her eyes held a look of regret and guilt and I looked away, not wanting to look at her.

"Are you crying?" She asked, almost shocked.

"You really don't know how much she means to me, do you?" I whispered, my voice cracking.

"If she leaves you Zayn, she clearly doesn't love you." My mums tone changed once again to what it was before and that was the final straw.

"Don't ever speak to me again." I said quietly as I opened the door and bolted for my car.

What if she was still wandering the streets?

What if something had happened to her?

Negative thoughts rushed through my mind as I raced home, jumping out of my car and darting inside only to discover she had left, leaving me a note as my last trace of her.

I slumped down to the ground, my back hitting the hard wall as I fell, tears freely falling from my eyes... I've lost her.

Your Pov.

I dragged myself towards my best friends house, I'd been walking in the dark for about ten minutes now and her house wasn't much further.

The impact of the situation that had occurred caused me to fall to the ground in tears, my back hitting the back of someone's house. I sobbed loudly in the quiet streets, not quite believing how today had turned out.

"Y/N?" A voice asked.

My head snapped in the direction of the voice to see Zayns mum standing above me looking completely confused.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice monotone, I couldn't tell whether she was being nice or not.

"I-I-" I tried to speak but was cut off by my own sobs.

I looked away from the woman who hated me and dried my eyes with my hands, desperate for some kind of comfort.

"Y/N, if you truly love my son, why would you leave him like that?" Trisha asked, her voice calm but threatening all the same.

She crouched down to my level just as I turned back to look at her and her face immediately softened. I must look so awful right now.

"Believe it or not I don't want to come between Zayn and his family... I know how much you mean to him especially and I'm not going to stay and cause more trouble." I explained.

"Well he's already said he doesn't want to see me again, at least if you were with him id get to see him." She said, her voice turning cold again, just like it had been earlier that day.

I paused. "Look trisha, what do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? I can't seem to do anything right for you." I cried.

"Are you crying because the truth will now come out about you using him? Or because you really love him?" She asked, harshly.

I couldn't believe the harshness of her tone, she always seemed so nice.

I looked away and shook my head.

"Maybe you'd know if you stopped judging me and actually gave me a chance." I responded, my voice cracking at the end.

Her eyes softened yet again and she was getting extremely hard to read.

I got up, throwing my bag over my shoulder and heading on my way towards my best friends house.

"Y/N!" I heard a voice shout.

I turned around to see Zayn car left in the middle of the road, the door open and the engine still on and Zayn himself running towards me at a fast pace, his mother still stood by her house watching on.

My eyes lit up at the sight of him, but it instantly faded when I registered the situation again.

"Y/N, don't you dare walk out on me because I really don't care what anyone else thinks, your mine and I'm yours and that's exactly how it's going to stay," he whispered, his eyes bloodshot from crying.

"Have you been crying?" I mumbled, not quite knowing what to say.

"You know I love you, please don't go, I need you." He whimpered, fresh tears now falling onto his beautiful face.

"Zayn please will you just be friends with your mum? Forget about me, I really don't want to cause trouble, okay? You deserve better."

I turned around to walk away again only to feel a hand wrap around my wrist before I was tugged to face Zayn again.

"I don't want better, I want you." He smiled, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Please don't leave me." He begged.

"But what about your mum? And everyone else?" I sobbed.

"Y/N?" Trishas now familiar voice approached.

"If your going to shout at her-" Zayn began, but was interrupted.

"Y/N, you know what you just asked me? About giving you a chance?"

I looked up to her now softened and smiling face.

"I will give you a chance." She stated, her smile turning into a frown and turning around to walk back into her house.

"So will you stay?" Zayn asked, turning back around to smile at me.

"Of course." I grinned and he leaned down, cupping my cheeks in his hands and giving me a passionate and long awaited kiss.

Once I pulled away I heard a voice shout, "get a room!"

We turned around to see trisha and Zayns sisters watching us and smiling.

Zayn laughed and I soon joined in, also embarrassed.

Zayn intertwined our hands together and lead me back to his car and as we passed his family, trisha looked at me and mouthed, "you deserve each other."

I smiled at her in return and nodded.

From then on trisha was nice to me and after a few months we'd even become friends.

Now that's something I never would've expected.

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I had some ideas for making this part but I don't know whether it's turned out well?

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