The Babysitter (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Part 13

Part 13:

"12 Cambrige street please." I told the Taxi man he nodded and started driving. I don't know why I did this. I don't know why I'm doing this. Why am I following him to his fucking house?

I will be like 'Hello . I forgot my keys can I spend my night in your house if you don't mind?

I can't I just can't.

'we arrived. 5 pounds please." The taxi man said. It was exactly what I had. I felt lucky for a while. I stepped out the car and stared at the Building. "12 Cambrige street."

Should I?

What if he refuses? What if he acts with me coldly like he did minutes ago?

Well if he acts like that I will pretend that I came here just to thank him for what he did to me, 
and I was still thinking of what he did:my mind was blown.

How did he find me? did he follow me? why did he follow me?

I didn't know which one was his Apartment. I was just looking at the door when I saw him, near a door. He rang. Someone opened the door. I couldn't see the face very well, it was dark. The shadow that I saw looked like a woman.

My hypothesis is asserted when the lady spoke she was whisper-yelled

"Where were you?

"Sorry i was busy sweetie." he replied and kissed her on the cheek.

She opened the door wide letting him enter in and closed it again roughly, providing a noisy 'Bam' that made my heart skip a beat.

Who's that chick. I was in the dark empty street.

Alone.

I had a huge lump in my throat. I just wanted to cry and be mad at the same time. Where should I go? Where should I go?

I glanced at the one pound left in my cold hand and brushed my arms lightly. I was freezing. I had just one thing to do.

Call mom with that one pound and tell her everything.

Why did I follow Zayn. Why?

I'm too crazy to think that he helped me because he loves me.

Life isn't a fairytale. He just helped a poor girl like me because he was me in that difficult situation surrounded by weird guys.

Pity.

Then he went home,greeted by his sweet girlfriend. It's obviously true. At least he has a life. Not like me.
I shouldn't call mom. I will scare her and she will never trust me again. I walked towards Zayn's door, closed my eyes and touched the doorbell.

Zayn's P.O.V

I was furious. Hysterical. Samerah made me feel hysterical yes and guilty even though I did nothing. But i was mad at her at the same time. I cannot say that I hated her but it was something like that.

Kinda similar but a lil bit different. 
Things weren't like before I convinced myself that I needed to change. At that moment, the doorbell rang.

"Who's that?" I shouted.

"It's your friend Zayn, she won't say her name just come!"

I frowned and walked towards the door...

Samerah's P.O.V

A young lady opened the door smiling. She was gorgeous. I got jealous instantly. She was certainly his girlfriend.

"Hi who are you?" She smiled.

"I'm...I'm..Zayn's friend." I told her

"And your name is....?" she added.

"I'm Zayn's friend." I repeated stupidly.

She stared at me, speechless.

"Who's that ?" I heard Zayn shout.

"It's your friend Zayn come! She won't say her name just come!"

I rolled my eyes. Zayn walked towards us and looked at the girl saying "Who?"

'Her." She replied, re opening the door.

Zayn looked at me.

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