Poor. [ZM AU] IIII

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i didn't know what to say to her anymore as she was pacing up and down my tiny living room; i was just praying, for her sake, that my dad didn't come down the stairs - he would flip a switch and take her straight to court.

it's kinda annoying how he's practically a beggar, always looking for a way to get money. maybe if he had better qualifications, he would find a better paid job. it's his own fault.

i realise now that i don't want my family to suffer the way that our family does now, therefore i need to work hard in school to ensure that i get a good education, get a good job and get good money.

i remember my father always hated learning so when he came to england from pakistan with his parents when he was around my age or a bit older, instead of carrying on his education, he did the absolute wrong thing. he thought that he was naturally clever and didn't need to learn anymore, that just shows how NOT clever he is? he used to get drunk, sleep around, until one day he laid eyes on my mother. they started seeing each other a lot, despite my dad's family wanting my dad to marry a brown person and my mother being from a family that didn't like 'immigrants'. it was almost like a romeo and juliet story because it was forbidden love.

my mother was very educated, she just fell for the wrong man. he impregnated her, and she had to make a lot of sacrifices in her life. her family disowned her as did my dad's family. it was them against the world, with my sister doniya in my mother's womb.

i'm sure it was tough, but what my dad was reckless. i've never met either pairs of grandparents, nor does my parents like to talk about them. i've seen some pictures though when snooping around with my sisters. i can't help but be curious.

i don't want to make my father's mistakes. i don't want anyone to get pregnant until i have a stable job and a house that i own, not a rented council estate shit hole.

then again, i won't ever make his mistakes because i won't fall in love.

not again anyway.

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i met natalia rose when i was fourteen, she was a new girl, straight from america. her accent was gorgeous and so was her face. her personality was amazing, just by the way she walked into my form room it captivated my heart. i knew from then on, things were going to change in my life; and that i needed her in it 100%.

of course like any love situation, it would be a challenge. her being her beautiful kind and not at all snobby self, meant that she attracted a lot of attention to herself; funnily from both genders. she instantly became one of the populars without even trying. in comparison she was a princess and i was a pauper.

that didn't stop me though.

i was the prick who nobody talked to, nobody wanted to sit near, because my personality was shit and so was my looks. i was a tramp practically there's no denying it. i wouldn't pay attention to studying, and i was the one who always answered back to teachers, and ended up with detention.

one time i proper back chatted to one of the strictest history teachers, leading to me getting sent to detention, but i heard a snicker from the back of the class which eventually erupted into fits of giggles. i smiled at that lightly, turning around to see who finds me so amusing.

it was natalia.

of course the twat teacher didn't find it amusing and she was sent to detention too. that's how we were first alone together.

i knew it would be an opportunity that i most defiantly needed to make the most of.

"hi, i'm zayn malik." i greet her as we get kicked out the classroom. she had stopped laughing once she discovered it would be her first detention, e v e r. i was praying that she wouldn't hate me for it.