American Dream (Zayn Malik AU Fanfic)

You'll be fine

“Cecilia…a-are you sure?” Harry asked her despite him knowing the answer.

“I’m damn positive. He told me. She called them all one by one and bribed them with fucking money for them to reject me. My own damn mother. So get out of my way and let me go and fucking pack my shit.” She spat.

Without another word, she pushed past her group of friends as she stormed out of the apartment and into Eleanor’s.

She had been able to keep her tears from shedding in front of them but as soon as the door closed, she was unable to hold them back anymore as they spilled from her eyes.

Slamming the bag onto the bed, she opened it up and started throwing anything in front of her into the bag, not caring to fold them or see what the hell she even put in there.

One thing she was positive of was that she was done. She was done with letting her mother affect her life. She was done with letting her mother ruin her life.

“Cecilia…”

She closed her eyes as his angelic voice was heard in the room, not wanting to get distracted by anything. “If you’re here to change my mind, then don’t bother.”

She heard his footsteps on the wooden floor as he came closer to her and grabbed one of her shirts. “Actually…” He started as he folded it and put it in the bag, taking her by surprise. “Go. Go and stand up for yourself. Even though you can call her on skype or something and tell her off using that, go. Go if it’ll make you happy.”

Cecilia groaned as she sat on the bed and buried her head in her hands. “Why? Why would she do such a thing?! Why? Because being a damn writer is not good enough? It hurts. It fucking hurts. It hurt so much when I use to see all the mothers looking at their children with such proud expressions. It hurt when I would have this huge ceremony at my school for an award or graduation and she wouldn’t be there. She would tell me that she would be too embarrassed to have her daughter win something as un-worthy as that. Can you imagine that?”

Zayn looked at her and sighed, speaking the truth. “If I tell you I can imagine or understand that, I’d be lying. I’d be lying because I can’t. I’m not gonna tell you I understand when I haven’t been through something like that. And I’m not gonna tell you it’ll be okay with her, but I know you’ll be okay over here. So no, I can’t imagine that and I most certainly can’t understand it and you and her might not be okay, but you will be okay with us.”

And even though it wasn’t something someone would usually say, it was what she needed to hear. It was what calmed her down a bit. It was what made her smile, a little.

He didn’t give her some bullshit explanation of him understanding how she feels because he doesn’t know how she feels. He never had something like that happen to her and he most certainly wasn’t going to try to calm her down with that crap.

One of the most important things he learned from his parents was to never try to make someone feel better by lying.

“Now, do you really want to waste your weekend before you start work at the most popular newspaper company in California by flying over to the UK and letting your anger out or would you rather do it by a phone or skype call that would take 15 minutes of your time. 15 minutes that she barely deserves.”

(Cecilia’s POV):

As much as I wanted to leave to the UK just 5 minutes ago, all of that had vanished because of him.

Because of Zayn.

He didn’t pretend to understand.

He told me what I needed and wanted to hear. He calmed me down with the truth and he has a point.

I’m not going to waste three days of my life for someone who doesn’t deserve it.

“Now, go wash that pretty face of yours and call her. Don’t let her see those tears of yours. Don’t let her think that she broke you because she didn’t. You beat her. You’re the one who won this. You came to live your dream and she tried to stop it but she couldn’t. Show her that. Now go and wash up.” He told me as he gave me that breath taking smile.

“Thank you. Really Zayn, thank you so much. You told me what I needed to hear and thank you for not giving me the I understand bullshit.”

He chuckles. “I don’t mix well with bullshit, so I got your back.”

(Third Person POV):

As she stepped into the bathroom to wash her face, Zayn quickly searched for a piece of paper and a pen as he looked around the room. Finally finding what he was looking for, he grabbed them and sat on the bed as he started writing.

As he finished, he smiled at the piece of paper in his hands as he put it on her bed and hurried out of the room. She needed her time alone to figure things out with her mom and he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

As she walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she saw a piece of paper in the place that she last left Zayn sitting. Walking closer to her bed, she picked up the paper and started reading it.

I thought I’d give you privacy so you can talk to your mom. But Cecilia, remember one thing. Tell her how she hurt you but don’t let it show. I know you’re strong. Let it all out. And most importantly, tell her thank you. Because you know as MKTO sings…

Thank you for feeding us years of lies. Thank you for the wars you left us to fight. Thank you for the world you ruined over night but we’ll be fine. Yeah, we’ll be fine.

And Lia, you will be fine.

-Zayn.

A smile made it’s way onto her face as she finished reading the note. And if she wasn’t sure of it before, she was now.

Zayn Malik is one of a kind.

And as an idea popped in her head for her very first article, she found out one more thing.

Zayn Malik is her inspiration.

She put the note on the desk near her bed as she grabbed her phone and took a deep breath, hitting the video call button next to her mother’s number.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Speak of the devil…

“Cecilia.” Her mother’s voice was heard throughout the room as her face popped up on the screen.

She faked a smile as she answered. “Mother.”

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I feel like it’s been a long time, yeah? It has hasn’t it?

Work is hectic. School is hectic. My life is hectic.

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