The Artist (Zayn Malik) AU

Prologue

Raindrops fell on the window of the back seat of the car as me and my parents drove to the nearby Ladyhill Park of Bradford. Not the perfect day for a picnic. I thought to myself as I looked at my parents who were arguing, in the front with my Dad driving, which is a pretty usual thing in my family, which consisted of me and my parents.

Being one of the richest businessmen in Bradford, my father, Carl Sanders, never had time for his family. He was either on business meetings, tours, or probably marketing survival products for the earthquake victims in Japan. 

This made my parents' relationship grow apart. My mother was fed up having to put up with a man who's rarely seen in he house. But they're just staying together to make me happy. 

Since I was their only child, I was the only link left to their relationship. I wasn't spoilt... but I was blonde, which led to the misconception of many of me being one of those bratty and stuck- up people. I enjoyed wearing sweats and my toms and I'd be shopping in some thrift shop rather than some Gucci or Forever 21 retail store. 

But my mother highly opposed my dressing sense. She said I looked too "trashy" and not proper and "formal" as she was. She was the kind of lady who wore dresses even while she was at home, sipping some lemon tea from her pricey chinaware.

"Maggie, look, I'm spending some quality time with you! I'm  taking you to the park...see!" My father nearly yelled at mother, who looked through her window. I could already imagine her full of tears...

I once again looked through my window to see the dull clouds that were turning greyer by the moment, and as if God had just pushed a button to make it rain, it began to pour heavily all of a sudden.

"Damn it! It's raining! We're already halfway through.." My father cursed in anger, banging the steering wheel. The windshield got blurry as the rainfall intensified. Dad switched on the wipers, but it was of no use.

I narrowed my eyes to view the road through the windshield, as I saw a blurry view of a red vehicle nearing as my father moved at an alarmingly fast speed. "Dad! Slow down!!" I shouted at my father as I'd already began shivering. 

He was tensed, I could see, not being a calm driver,  he turned the steering wheel, and I could feel the car spinning and skidding.

The last thing I saw before blacking out was that red car that'd killed my father, taking away my everything...

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Hey there! This is a new book that I'm writing called the Artist (ZM)! So please do show the same support that you've given me for the divine beauty apsara by voting and commenting on this chapter.

This was just a prologue of the book, a flashback of what happened t the main character in the story... you'll get to know more about her in Chapter 1.. till then support me wholeheartedly!

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