When I First Met You (Zayn Fanfic) (COMPLETED)

Your PoV

"Sweetie? What were you thinking? You think he'll drop the mic, all the fans, the band, and his career to be with you. Is he the type to actually fight for you? Do you see all those girls out there? They want something they can't have. Because your in the way. They idolize him, and love him. What happens when they all find out? I pretty sure they already did with all that pictures everywhere. Sweetie, I don't want you to get hurt. But, is he really going to go out of his way to be with you? And let me remind you, you have cancer sweetie. What happens when he can't take that anymore? What if ups and leaves?" My mom rants at me.
I sit on the bed, listening to her. Playing with the hem of my shirt. She's right. Will Zayn fight for me? Like he promised?
"I'm going to get take-out. I'm afraid you might get mobbed or something. Stay here and don't you dare leave with that boy." She says before grabbing her purse and leaving.
I yell in frustration and throw my pillow. What was I expecting? I can't have a fairy tale. It just won't happen. Fanfics, imagines, and lust never taught me this. Zayn is famous, and has so many girls lusting of him.
My phone rings bringing my thoughts back. It's Zayn.
"Hello?" I say softly.
"Hi." He says quietly.
"Hi?" I repeat.
"Where you at?" He says.
"In my room, where my mom told me to stay put. What's up?"
"Nothing, just needed to hear your voice."
"Zayn? What's wrong?"
"I got bitched at. And blah blah blah." He says.
"Zayn." I sigh.
"I love it when you say my name."
"So cheesy."
"Only toward you."
"Figured." I roll my eyes though he can't see it.
"Ileavetonight." He says too fast I barely caught it.
"T..tonight?"
"Yeah. In about a few hours."
"Oh."
"Hey, I promised I'd fly to America whenever you need me."
"I know."
"The lads are telling me to eat. I'll text you or something." He says hanging up.
Something? That's not like Zayn.
He acted so..so lost. Like he was planning to leave. Whoa, don't get to far. My phone dings.
"Meet me later.. My room. At 5pm. My flight leaves at 9."
I don't respond, unable to.
*5 o clock comes*
I look at myself in the mirror. I grab my phone and leave a note for my sleeping mother to let her know where I am heading too. I leave the room and find Zayn's room. He opens the door, he's wearing a leather jacket with a white shirt underneath. His suitcases are made, and is on the side. I can't help but feel pain strike me.
He let's me in, and I sit on his bed.
"Glad you came." He says softly.
"Yeah."
"We need to talk."
"Are you breaking up with me?" I blurt out. He states at me for awhile.
"No! Why would you think that?"
"Well you made it sound like it." I laugh.
"Im not. Actually, I just wanted to hang out before we leave. I want to be with you y/n. But, I don't know if it'll work out. But, I'm willing to give you my all." He says.
I smile and hug him. I give him a quick kiss.
"Y/n I love you."
I smile and repeat the same words.
We are unstoppable.
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Another update. Any good? ^.^