The Way You Make Me Feel [z.m.]

For The Love Of A Daughter

I was at home now

I felt numb.

While dropping off Safaa at her house, she asked if I was okay. I told her it was nothing.

I lied.

It wasn't nothing.

Once I got home, I sat on the couch and did nothing.

I felt like crying but he wasn't here yet. I needed him to comfort me. He knew how to calm me down.

I heard Zayn call me once he set Colby down.

"Babe?"

I began to cry and he immediately ran to me and hugged me tightly.

"Shh. It's okay. I'm here I'm here." He said and soothed me by wrapping his arms around me.

"My da-dad called." I cried.

I haven't really spoken about my family. My mom died when I was only six. She died in a plane crash when she was coming to LA from France. She loved taking pictures. She was in love with photography so she went around the world to take pictures of anything she could find. I admired her for being so in love with photography like I was with music. My dad... He was a good dad. He took good care of me when my mom was gone working. But when she passed away, everything changed. He rebelled. He did drugs. My grandma said it was because he wouldn't stand the pain being with her gone. He told me that he never wanted to see me again. So my grandma took care of me. He would come visit us two times a year but only for the same reason. Money. He needed it to get more drugs. I knew him very well. Once Chris discovered me and I started to earn money, he would try to get in contact with me. He would say we needed to reconnect. But I knew it was a lie. Everything he said was a lie. All he wanted him was the money. It was like he was charity. Two years later, he went to rehab. They said he was doing good but they didn't want to let him go just in case. He's been there ever since.

"He said he wanted to reconnect and that he regrets pushing me away. But I know him Zayn." I told him. "It's just a trick. All he wants is money. That's it. That's all he's ever wanted."

"I know sweetheart but I'm here, okay?"

I turned to look at him. "What happens when you're not Zayn? What happens when we're in different places? Huh?"

"Don't think negatively. I don't want you thinking like that. EVER. We'll get through this, I promise. I'll go visit you. Wherever you are. I don't care how far you are, you're worth it. You're worth everything. I'd do anything for you. "

"Thank you." I sniffed and hugged him tightly.

"That's why I'm here." He whispered. "Is that why there are bags in the kitchen? You were preparing to tell me the news?" He asked and we both glanced at the bags on the floor in the kitchen.

"It was Safaa's idea." I giggled.

"Show me." He said and I knew he was talking about showing him the bags.

Zayn was happy with what I bought him. He kissed me and thank'd me. He loved, especially the mirror and the shirt. I can tell by how his brown eyes sparkle and how happy his adorable smirk is set.

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The rest of the night , Zayn , Colby , and I layer in bed watching new episodes of The Vampire Diaries and the X-Factor. Zayn told me that he and the boys were going to perform on it soon and he invited me to go. I couldn't say no. I could tell by his eyes that he really wanted me to go and support him.

To be honest, Colby is just like us. He's lazy and chilled out. We made the perfect match for each other. We were like 1/3 of the lazy asses, I thought to myself.

Once Zayn and Colby fell asleep, I couldn't. The first thing that I did was take a picture of Zayn in bed with Colby all huddled up in his shoulder, both sleeping adoringly. I decided to tweet it.

@Mackenzie_Love<33: My boys <3 (: love them to death xxxxx

Second, I decided to write a song. I loved to write songs. Not many singers write their own songs but I do. I feel like I can express my feelings into words and just let everything out and inspire people or have them relate to the song.

Half an hour later, I was done writing the song. I knew it had to be in the album. Personal reasons. A tear slid down my eye when I titled the song.

For The Love Of A Daughter.