Daddy Direction (Zayn Malik Love Story)

Chapter One: My Plea

Prologue….

One night…that’s all it took. For me to have sex, for me to get pregnant and for me to live on my own. I didn’t want this. I didn’t plan for this. But I know what I do have planned….

Chapter One:

“Oi! Pass it over here,” I called out to Niall as he kicked the ball around. He passed it over to me and I made a goal, kicking the ball in between Liam’s legs. “Score one for the Bradford Bad boy and the cute Irish lad!” Niall came over and high fived me.

“Zayn,” Harry called from the door. “Some girl is here to see you.” I nodded my head and walked inside. I instantly stopped when I saw her.

Her hair was dark brown and up in a high messy bun. Glasses framed her light brown eyes. She was standing awkwardly as she rubbed her right arm. “Hi Zayn.”

“Hey Kayla. What are you doing here?”

“I…um…actually have some news for you.”

“Yeah? What is it/”

“I…um… Zayn I’m-“

“Zayn, hurry up so we can finish,” Louie called into the living room.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” I called after him. “So what did you want to tell me?”

“Actually,” she said as she switched all her weight to her right foot. “I should go. You seem really busy and all. Plus I should get home.”

“Are you sure? I mean you can stay and we can have some fun.” I winked at her.

“I should really get home.”

“Well alright.” I walked over to her and kissed her on her forehead. “Maybe later yeah? I’ll text you.” She only nodded her head as she walked out of the front door into the crisp spring air. I thought the way she was acting was weird but I just shrugged it off and went back outside.

“Bout time,” Lou said rolling his eyes. “It’s called fuck her and get back here.”

It was my turn to roll my eyes. “I didn’t fuck her Lou.”

“You did two weeks ago.”

“And last week,” Harry chimed in.

“Can we just get back to our game?”

Kayla POV

I just couldn’t tell him. He looked so happy and cheerful, I just couldn’t tell him. My eyes stung as I remembered what we did when he was on tour.

****Flashback****

I was backstage at their concert. These tickets were a present from my sister and her fiancé. She knew I loved One Direction but my personal favorite had to be Zayn. I mean, I loved them all but there was something about Zayn that attached me to him.

The concert was amazing and I was just waiting backstage to meet them personally. I was actually glad I was the last one to meet them. That meant more time for me. I waited patiently until Paul said it was okay to let me in.

They all looked pretty tired as they sat on their black leather couch. All eyes were on me as I entered the room awkwardly.

I pushed the rims of my glassed up higher on my nose. “Hi…”

“Hi love,” Niall greeted me first. “What’s your name?”

“Kayla,” I said biting my lip. I have that horrible habit.

“Kayla,” Zayn repeated, eyeing me up and down as my name rolled off his tongue. “I like that. You want us to sign something?”

I shook my head, blushing. “I…uh… didn’t bring anything.”

“Why not,” Liam asked, a smile on his face.

“I didn’t know what to bring. I wanted to be different.”

“Well,” Harry started. “You surely are.”

“I should…um...go now.”

“Wait,” Zayn’s sexy voice said. “Come with us.’

“Where?”

He laughed. “To our house of course. We’re having a party.” How could I say no to that face? I just shook my head, biting my lip again. “Then it’s settled.” He walked over and took my hand in his. I just blushed as he led me out of their dressing room and into the van.

“This party is going to be sick,” Lou exclaimed as he came into the car.

“We have the booze, right,” Niall asked being his normal Irish self.

Zayn leaned over and whispered into my ear. “Stop biting your lip. That’s my job.” That only made me bite down on it harder. I would probably draw blood soon.

We got to their house pretty quick. People were already there having the time of their lives. “Stay with me,” I asked Zayn as we walked into their backyard.

“Of course,” he said as he squeezed my hand. He walked over and grabbed a beer. I grabbed one too. “I like a girl who drinks.”

I took a long swig of the brown liquid, hoping to wake up from this dream. “I love it. There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He just smiled down at me.

We stumbled into the house, drunk as can be. His arms were around my waist as he backed me into a wall. His lips made contact with my neck, biting and sucking as moans came out of my mouth.

“You don’t know oh-oh, you don’t know you’re beautiful,” he sung in my ear. That was it. I pulled him by his collar and made his lips meet mine. I could taste the smoke and alcohol on his tongue but I didn’t care.

He broke the kiss, both of us panting as he led me to his bedroom. He closed the door with his foot, his lips brushing mine. “You won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.” That’s the last thing I remember from that night.

I woke up the next day, my head banging, my legs hurting and my clothes missing. I turned to my left and saw Zayn sleeping on his stomach. There were scratch marks on his back. Oh no.

“I can feel you staring,” he said as his eyes opened.

“Do you…um…remember…”

“Everything from last night? Yes. And let me say, you’re very good.”

“Thanks…I guess.”

“That wasn’t your first time was it?”

“Um…”

“It was…”

“I should go home now.” I got out of bed and put my clothes on.

“Wait. At least let me have your number so we can do this again.”

****Present Day****

I was fully crying now. A week later, I found out I was pregnant. It was the worst day of my life. My mum kicked me out and I moved in with my sister. That didn’t stop me from going back to Zayn though. After awhile, I told my sister that I was giving up the baby, which wasn’t a lie. I just didn’t tell her the full truth. She’ll just have to find out later.