Saving You, Zayn Malik

Chapter 28

A/N: this chapter doesn't have much 1D in it. more towards the end. im sorry :c but I had to add this chapter. it's important for the next to come.

im dedicating this story to ally cuz she needs some lovin

lol that wasnt meant to be sexual....

anywhom.

i hate it when my friends refuse to talk to me.

yeah i basically wrote that cuz i knew she'd read this lol.

ignore me.

I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO SECONDHAND SERENADE LIKE OMG.

ALL OF THEIR SONGS ARE JUST SO PERFECT i cant. omg

ily

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"Julie, wait!" Louis and Harry had cried, chasing after me. I ignored him, and struggled to maintain a heavy distance between us. Eventually, after turning tons of sharp corners and dark alleys, I had lost them.

I was breathing heavily, tears streaking my cheeks, and my chest aching. I was in a part of this city I didn't recognize, but I didn't care. I didn't care where I was or if I were safe or not. At least the people here didn't know my story, and didn't mind my presence.

I glanced down at my large stomach. How stupid could someone be? I had to find some place safe, if not for me, then my baby. I had to learn to start acting like a mother.

I didn't have any money on me, so I knew staying at a hotel was out of the question. Luckily, I had my phone on me, so I dialed the most reliable person at the time.

"Hello?" My mother's voice rang, immediately comforting me.

"Mom," I breathed, smiling slightly to myself. I took a seat at a nearby bench, out of breath. "I need your help."

"What happened? Are you okay?" She inquired, worried.

I laughed humorlessly, "It's a long story, I'll explain everything later." I assured her, "Can you just pick me up?"

She hesitantly agreed, "Sure thing, babe. Where are you?"

I sighed, checking the street signs. "I don't know. I'm not far from the house but-"

"Wait, you don't know where you are?" My mom cut me off, worry filling her voice further.

"I told you it was a long story," I muttered, glancing at the street sign again, my mind in flusters, and my heart in pieces.

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I woke up curled in my old comforter, on a small couch. I sat up wearily, and wiped the sleep out of my eye.

Eventually, my mom had managed to find me yesterday. I refused to tell her exactly what had happened, so I just told her the basics; Zayn and I had fought and he didn't want me around.

"Morning, honey," My mother cooed, taking a seat on the couch next to me. "How are you feeling?" She asked, placing a hand on my back.

I shrugged. My mom and I were never that close, I'd used to hate her for making dad leave, and deserting me when I needed her most. But now, I could actually tell she wanted me in her life. She wanted to actually mother me. Since her last marriage, to a Brain Surgeon, she's gained tons of money. I haven't even met her new husband yet, but I already loved him. "I miss Zayn," I finally said, keeping my eyes on the floor.