Secrets (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 24

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I smile as I look down at my mom.

Finally.

I can finally call her mom from my heart.

Looking at her, I couldn’t help but remember the events of this morning when she opened the door and saw me with Harry. The moment I called her mom, she hugged me and from then on it was tears.

I couldn’t help but apologize so many times to her because of my actions, but she would also apologize.

She apologized for actually believing that I had died. She apologized for not asking for more detail when they told her I died. She apologized for the months I spent in the foster home.

But while she was apologizing, it dawned on me.

If all of this hadn’t happened. If I had never been put in that foster home, I’d never be the girl I was today. I would have only met Louis four years ago and he would have been what Harry used to be to me, a friend.

I wouldn’t have been the person I am mentally and physically.

And right now, as sick as some people might see it, I’m glad. I’m glad all of this happened.

“You’re still up?”

I turn my head around to see Harry at the end of the stairs. “Yeah, couldn’t really sleep.”

“Looks like mum’s fast asleep on your legs.” He chuckled.

“When’s Gemma coming?”

“Tomorrow morning she’ll be here. You should have heard how excited she was on the phone, especially when I told her you’d be staying for a while.”

“And tomorrow…”

“Tomorrow we’re going to see grand—we’re going to see her.”

I sighed looking down.

Am I ready?

(ZAYN’S POV):

“Wait, what the hell do you mean my songs aren’t on the album?! Do you know how hard I worked on them with Naughty Boy?” I asked, anger building up inside of me.

“Zayn, we already made our decision. The songs aren’t really the sound of One Direction.”

“Oh cut the shit. We don’t have a damn sound. We keep changing up our sound with every album! I don’t see why you can’t put just one song. Simon said it would be a single!”

“Well, it’s not Simon’s decision.”

I looked over at Simon who just shook his head with disappointment. “I’m sorry Zayn. I wish it was my decision.”

“I don’t see why the songs aren’t on there.” Louis spoke up. “They’re amazing. We had a blast recording them. It’s not every day we have someone like Naughty Boy record a song with us.”

“What’s done is done. We made our decision and until the next album, improve your writing skills, Zayn.”

“Fuck this.” I spit as I get up and walk out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

I can’t handle this anymore. Nothing I do ever impresses them. Nothing. I don’t bother locking the door as I enter my hotel room.

Walking straight to the table, I grab my phone and call the first person who comes to mind.