#zayn ff

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can somebody direct me to some really good zayn fics with crazy plot twists on wattpad

[ziallsminaj]

Last time I updated FFTU was 7 mnths ago wow im so quick

[liampayneglobal]

Where Have You Been // Chapter Seven.

This is the seventh chapter. You can read the previous chapter here.

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Everything went very well for about two weeks and Rhiannon began to believe that everything could actually work out. Of course, they were under pressure because after the first paps had found out about them, the whole world heard about their reunion. Zoe was of course too young to understand what was going on and she was still a little bit confused by all the attention she was getting now. Even Zayn had recovered from his really bad phase regarding the pill consumption. Of course, he still struggled sometimes and wasn’t completely away from those pills but Rhiannon helped him to get through the day and with every minute he spend with her and their daughter, he felt better.

Only two minutes later Rhiannon and Zayn were on their way to the hospital. Harry refused to let them drive so he sat behind the wheel, while Zoe’s parents were still shocked. Regina, the kindergarten teacher from Zoe’s nursery, was the one who had called Rhiannon. Apparently something happened to Zoe but Rhiannon wasn’t able to say anything at all so neither Zayn nor Harry did know how bad it was. “We’re here!” Harry announced after what felt like several hours for Zayn and Rhiannon. Harry stopped in front of the entrance. “Guys, I’ll drop you off here and look for a parking place then.” Rhiannon and Zayn didn’t even answer; they hectically opened their doors to get into the hospital. Harry sighed. He knew that this wasn’t good and it could be the end of everything again before it had even begun. The relationship between Rhiannon and Zayn was still so fragile and even if he knew how much they loved each other, he also thought that a little push from the wrong side could break them again. He parked the car and followed them into the hospital. He was also very worried about Zoe and as he finally approached the right section of the hospital. Rhi was sitting on one of the chairs, while Zayn was pacing back and forth. “Hey!” Harry mumbled. “Did they tell you anything?” Zayn and Rhiannon turned to him. “Well.. they… actually… erm… I mean… somehow…” Zayn stumbled and was lost for words. “She got hit by a car…” Rhiannon whispered from her seat. Harry had to clear his throat. “And…? And how bad is it?” “They couldn’t tell us anything yet. They have to do some test first before they can tell us.” Rhiannon spoke without any emotion in her voice. She started at the plain white wall in front of her. Harry sat down next to her. “But how could this happen?” “Apparently they went out for a walk and when they came back there were lots of paparazzi in front of the building and Zoe panicked so she got lost in the crowd. A car driver didn’t see her… and well…” “Oh, Rhi… I’m so sorry for that.” “Mhhh.” She nodded half-hearted and shrugged her shoulders. Suddenly they heard how someone started to gasp. Zayn sat on the floor and his back leaned against the wall. “Oh, please. Not now!” Harry mumbled but Rhiannon shook her head. “Let me do it.” She told him and he was confused as she stood up and sat down next to Zayn. “Zayn!” She said with a soft but steady voice. “This is not about us. Not about me and also not about you, okay? This is about Zoe. I know, it’s hard for you and this isn’t something you could just turn off but please, try, okay?” “B-but…” Zayn was choking for air already. Rhiannon moved a little bit so that she was kneeling in front of him, facing him directly. “Zayn, I know I’ve stolen you the chance to be a good father for three years already. But forget about this. Now, this is your chance to prove that you’re a better father that anyone else could ever be. Control yourself, Zayn. You are stronger than these stupid attacks, right? And I know that you can do this. You probably can’t do it for yourself or even for me. But I know, and this I promise you, you can do it for Zoe. She needs you now, Zayn.” “But it’s my fault, Rhi!” “Don’t about this now. You can’t change it anyway so concentrate on being here for Zoe.” Zayn nodded and managed to control his breath again. He closed his eyes and inhaled the air slowly before exhaling it again. Rhiannon sighed relieved and looked at Harry, who had been watching the scene with a surprised look on his face. But Rhiannon just shrugged it off and Harry didn’t ask anything about the whole situation. “Erm… may…” Harry bit his lower lip, unsure what to do. “Maybe I could get us some cups of coffee?” Rhiannon nodded thankfully. “Yeah, that’d be fine.” Harry turned around and went away to find the right way into the cafeteria. Rhiannon didn’t even want to drink coffee but she just wanted to be alone with Zayn for a little moment. She didn’t even want to have much of a talk to him; she just wanted to know that he was supporting her.

“Thanks.” Harry mumbled and grabbed the two cups of coffee and one bottle of water. “Do you want anything else, Sir?” The waitress across the counter asked and smiled at him. “No, I’m fine, thanks.” For the first time he raised his head and looked right at her. She was very pretty and her sweet smile would have caught him on a normal day. But this wasn’t a normal day. He forced a little smile on his lips because after all she only tried to be nice to him, no pushy flirting. He made his way up to Rhiannon and Zayn again. They had been talking to one of the doctors, who just turned away, probably on his way to another patient. His heartbeat fastened again. “What… what did they say?” He stumbled as he approached them. “She’s injured but it’s not too bad…” Rhiannon announced. “She’s injured?” Harry asked, still in shock. “Yeah, she’s got a mild concussion and two bruised ribs.” Zayn mumbled. “But that sounds quite bad though.” Harry raised one eyebrow. “Harry, I thought she was in a way more critical condition when I got the phone call. I’m actually relieved.” Rhiannon mumbled. “And when can you see her?” Harry handed one cup of coffee to Rhiannon and the bottle of water to Zayn. Coffee wouldn’t be good for him right now. “They bring her back from some tests now and as soon as she’s going to be here, we’re allowed to go to her. “Oh, my little baby. There you are!” Rhiannon nearly shouted and rushed over to the elevator, where Zoe had appeared. She sat in a wheelchair and was wheeling her. He stopped as Rhiannon had arrived at them. She knelt to the ground and suddenly, after all this time since she had got the call, she started to cry. But these tears where tears of relief. “But why… why is she in a wheelchair?!” Zayn was shocked. “That’s only because she probably shouldn’t walk. But I’m sure that she is able to walk.” Harry explained to him. “Ah, okay.” Zayn nodded. “Erm, come on. We’ll go to her room.” “Are you sure? I mean, you’re a little family and I don’t want to disturb you.” “Aaaah, come on! She likes you, Harry, she’ll be happy to see you.” “Mmmh, okay. Give me a minute, okay? I’ll join you then.” Zayn noticed that Harry was wearing his ‘thinking-face’. “Wait! What are you planning in your crazy little head?” Zayn asked him. “Never mind, ehm, do you already know her room number?” “306.” Zayn shrugged. “But why?” “As I said: Just give me a minute.” Harry winked and disappeared.

“Ah, my little girl, you caused us great sorrow. You know that, right?” “I’m so sorry, Mummy. But I didn’t want to do that to you.” Zoe sat on her bed and was grinning. She didn’t seem to feel much pain. The doctor’s had explained to Rhiannon and Zayn that this was because of the painkillers that she had taken before the tests. Rhiannon sat next to her daughter on the bed and kept repeating: “Oh, my little girl!” She did this until Zoe interrupted her. “But Mummy, I’m a big girl already!” Rhiannon wiped a little tear away from the corner of her right eye, started to laugh and was soon joined by Zoe and Zayn. “But what makes you say that?” Rhiannon asked her daughter. “This very nice man in the white coat told me that I was very brave and that only big girls are that brave.” Zoe nodded proudly. Rhiannon hugged her little daughter, careful not to squeeze her so she wouldn’t feel any pain. “Oh no!” They heard someone saying from the door. Harry stood there and acted disappointed. “Harry!” Zoe squealed and grinned happily. “Why did you say ‘oh no’?” “Well, I have this little friend of mine here and he asked me to give him a new home. But I couldn’t actually because I’m not at home very often so I thought I’d give him to someone else here.” Harry walked towards the bed and stopped as he stood next to Zayn. “Me?” Zoe seemed overly excited and glared at the teddy bear, which Harry was holding in his hand. “Hmm, that was the plan but I’m not sure anymore.” Harry shrugged. “Why’s that?” Zoe looked at him with her big brown eyes. “Because you’re a big girl now. And I don’t know if big girls still want teddy bears…” “Of course, they caaaaaan!” Zoe announced and reached out for the stuffed animal in Harry’s hand. “Here you are.” Harry smiled and gave her the teddy. “But you have to take care of him, okay? I mean there aren’t many teddies with a super power. And this teddy has even two super powers.” “Really?” Zoe seemed excited. “Yep.” Harry shrugged and acted as if he wasn’t planning in telling her. “But what kind of super powers does he have?” She asked because she was bursting with curiosity. “I’m going to tell you one of them, okay?” Harry behaved secretively. “Yeah…” Zoe mumbled and couldn’t wait for Harry to finally explain the super power to her.  “Okay, he can – his name’s Bingo by the way – help you to get better soon whenever you’re ill or injured.” Harry whispered. “Really? So he’ll help me now, too?” Zoe whispered back. “Yep, that’s possible but only if you truly believe in his super power.” He explained. “Because he can only be a super hero teddy if you believe in him.” Zoe nodded eagerly. “Okay, I believe in him, I really do.” “That’s fantastic! And I’m now willing to tell you even his second super power.” He winked. “Because he said he really likes you.” “I like him, too!” “Okay, then. With his second super power he can keep all the nightmares away from you.” “Wow!” Zoe was awestruck and looked at her teddy before she cuddled him. Rhiannon looked at Harry and mouthed a “Thank you.” He smiled before he said goodbye to them all to give them some time on their own.

“Rhi?” Zayn asked as they were sitting on the huge couch in Rhiannon’s apartment, where Zayn lived for the time that the band stayed in L.A. They had stayed with Zoe in the hospital until she had fallen asleep. She was an amazing girl and didn’t even complain about her situation. She looked like an angel as she was lying there, sleeping. But she refused to give the teddy away since she was so proud that Harry gave it to her. “Hmmm?” Rhiannon mumbled and opened her eyes. Her legs were lying on Zayn’s and his hand was entangled with hers. “I’m sorry.” He answered truthfully. “Don’t be, Zayn.” She squeezed his hand slightly. “It’s not your fault.” He didn’t answer. “Well, at least not directly.” She mumbled the words which felt like stabbing knives in the back. “Rhi, I wish I could change it but…” “It’s okay, Zayn.” She moved a little bit so that her head was resting on his chest. “Let’s not talk about it, not tonight.” ______________________________________________________

First of all: As always, thanks for reading. I'm really sorry but I don't really like this chapter. I wanted it to be much better but I'm on holiday and I didn't want the people (2 people have asked me for another update, yaaay for that) to wait any longer. Also, I apologise for all the mistakes but I didn't really read through it again.

Well, I can't promise you anything for next week but I can say that if this post gets 3+ notes, I'll write the next chapter even though I'm still on holiday. But this won't happen anyway, so, please don't be disappointed if you'll get the next chapter a week later ;)

[blamesnialls]

Deception - Chapter Two

"Zac, why is there a line? I can hear a line!" Paul calls out from his office.  I sigh and wipe my coffee-stained hands on my apron, trying desperately to calm down the crowd of people waiting in front of me. I'm the barista - so this isn't exactly my fault, because I don't take orders from customers. That's Zac's job. 

  But when did he ever do his job? 

  Never. So I always take the blame. I poke my head into Paul's office and give him a sheepish smile.

"Zac's on his lunch break. It's my fault, sir," I lie easily, "sorry, it won't happen again."

  He smiles at me, probably glad I'm not Zac - he genuinely hates that boy - and I thank god silently that he doesn't hate me, too. But his mouth turns quickly back into a frown.

  "Still?" he grumbles. "It's been over an hour. This is the best tea and coffee shop in Manchester and I won't have that boy ruin it!" He slams a meaty fist down on his desk.

  I walk back to the front, rolling my eyes once I know he can't see me, and continue taking orders and grinning at returning customers and making their drinks. (I'm the most well known barista at this tea shop partly because I'm the only one who doesn't slack off around here - I haven't had a day off in three weeks).

  Once the line finally starts moving, I sigh and look out the window, noticing the rain pitter-pattering down on the roofs of the business buildings across the street. I usually don't mind the rain, but all I'm thinking about now is the fact that I still don't have a car and I'll have to walk home in this weather. Just to make today even better. I sigh once again, looking back at the next customer, and fake my best smile.

  "Can I get an espresso?" an orange-skinned fake blonde asks, tapping her long pink nails on the counter. 

  And I thought those types of girls only existed in movies.

  I nod with a grin and turn to the machine, pressing the buttons that will start making her coffee. Spinning back around to see how many more people I'll have to serve before my shift's over, I notice that there's just one more person after the blonde girl.

  But what I'm really focusing on was why the blonde girl keeps glancing back at the costumer behind her, flipping her platinum hair over her shoulder and batting her false eyelashes coquettishly.

  I mean, seriously. Just order the damn coffee, pay, and go.

  I hand the espresso to her once it's done, shoving it quite rudely under her nose, and she hands me some cash with a scowl, taking the cup from me and turning back around to socialize with the costumer behind her. She quietly slips him a scrap of paper and saunters away, giggling, her purple heels clicking behind her.

  He looks slightly bored, and I see what looks like an eye roll from him. Throwing the paper away in the nearest waste bin, he walks back up to the counter. He sees me and smiles for real.

  "Hi," he says in a low voice.

  "Hi, hello, how may I help you?" The words come out shakier than I really wanted. Because, let's be honest: he's probably the most attractive human being I've ever seen.

  Jet black hair is peeking out from behind the snapback that's sitting on top of his head. Huge, shining, crisp chocolate brown eyes - a match of mine - are staring at me, and his defined jawline is catching the light and throwing sharp shadows across his handsome neck.

  He has his large hands stuffed in the front pockets of his jeans, and his white v-neck t-shirt clings to his body in exactly the way it should. 

  Damn.

  He pretends not to hear the waver in my voice, and politely makes his order instead. And when I move down to the other end of the counter toward the machines, he follows me.

  "So, what's your name, freckles?" he asks cutely. I blush at the nickname, but give him a side glance and a little smile.

  "Camille," I answer quietly, staring at his styrofoam cup until it's full. I hand him his tea, and he smiles back and hands me some money. When his fingers ghost over mine, I have to suppress my involuntary shudder.

  "Hi, Camille," he says, as the door to the coffee shop busts open.

  I glance over at the man who's now standing a good three feet away from us.

  His buff arms are crossed tightly against his chest and his eyebrows are furrowed.  He's dressed in all black, too - trying to look intimidating. I glance back over at the guy in the snapback, thinking he's about to be scared off.

  But snapback guy hasn't seemed to have noticed, instead taking a quick sip from his cup.

  "I'm Zayn," he grins. 

  I smile and turn away from the man by the door.

  "Well, hi, Zayn-." But I'm cut off by a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see Zac, all bright eyes and wet hair, who seems to have come back from his break through the back door, finally deciding to actually work today.

  "Hi, Camille!" he says lightly, shoving off his jacket and draping it across the counter. "You can take off. I've got it from here!" 

  Relieved, I watch as he walks into Paul's office to let Boss know he's back. I pretend I can't hear the immediate shouting about where's he's been and 'why did eating a sandwich take an hour and a half,' and I fight down my grin when it sounds like Paul's slammed his fist on his desk again.

   I glance back at the guy in all black, still crossing his arms. We make awkward eye contact and I turn back to Zayn.

  "Do you, um, know that guy?" I ask, pointing to the buff man. 

  Zayn chuckles - which makes me feel silly for asking. "Yeah," he explains, "that's Paul." 

  (So it looks like we've both got a Paul ruling our life.) 

  But he doesn't explain any more than that, so I look at him again, confused.

  Which makes Zayn look at me as if I should know who this 'Paul' is. 

  He clears his throat, and his dark eyebrow lifts up. "Erm...he's a friend...Well, more of an overprotective brother, I suppose." He laughs, and so do I.

  "Oh, I know about older brothers." A bell rings over the door and I suddenly hear someone calling my name.

  "Speak of the devil," I mumble to him under my breath as Jesse hurries over to where Zayn and I are standing. 

  "Camille, I'm here to pick you up," he says, acting tough. He eyes Zayn unapprovingly.

  I groan.

  "I told you, I was going to walk-." 

  "Camille, we've talked about this!" He shoots another glance at Zayn, as if daring him to argue. "Get your coat, and let's go."

  "Jess, I said I would walk home." I don't know why I'm fighting this so hard - only a few minutes ago I was dreading the walk in the rain - but I am. "You don't need to come and get me every time it's drizzling." 

Jesse glares at Zayn again, who awkwardly mumbles a quick 'hey mate,' but Jesse just rolls his eyes and turns back to me. "Let's go. Now, Camille." I grumble a little about him being unfair, but relent anyways and turn back to Zayn.

  "I guess I should get going. It was nice to meet you, Zayn." I smile with as much dignity as I can as I untie my apron and grab my coat from its hook behind the counter.

  "Bye, Camille. I'm off, too." He nods to Jesse before he and Paul exit the doors. As soon as he's gone, I round on Jesse.

  "Jesse, you ruined everything!" 

He laughs meanly and then gives me a look as if to say, you're-in-serious-trouble. 

 Outfit:  http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=81308978

Characters: http://www.donncastr.tumblr.com/characters

[justkissmeslowly-fanfic]

Guys .... the day has come. The day where I put this fic on hiatus. It's kind of breaking my heart because I loved writing it, but I just need to take a break from it until my semester ends which will be early December. 

I'm taking six classes, working and attempting to have some sort of social life {hahaha} so I really just don't have the time for it. 

BUT! Don't forget about me! I promise I'll be back with the next chapter in December {or maybe even possibly next week...} 

I LOVE YOU ALL!!! 

[ziallsminaj]

Far From The Usual- Chapter 1

The cold wind was blowing my dark hair to the left as I was walking down the dark street. London was so silent by night; it was frightening. 

Again one of those days. I didn’t chose this, I really didn’t like what I was doing that time but I had no other choice. I got my money and then just walked back home as if nothing had been. I never felt comfortable with it and I knew clearly, that I wasn’t going to. 

After I had applyed for many jobs as a waitress, cashier and lots of other things and had been rejected my hope had faded and I had finally decided to work as a prostitute and stripper. I never wanted to lose my virginity that fast; but it happened with the first day of work. It hurt; not only my body but also my soul. I hadn’t left my uncle’s house for this; but I hadn’t had another choice. It had been hard at first, but it was the only way to get my money so I was able to pay for my apartment. The first months I payed from the money that still had been left but I wanted to save some of it; that’s why I needed to get a job and so I was here at this point; walking down a street at almost 4 a.m. in a short dress and high heels, just wanting to get home as quick as I could to get some rest. 

My belly hurt a bit so my hand was layed on my belly and my eyebrows were furrowed . I had never thought I would do something like that. I had always thought I would make career and be succesful when I had been younger but that was before my mum had died. It was before my life had turned into a path of darkness.

Seeing the building, I opened my bag and searched for my key. As I was about to grab it, my eyes met with something that made me smile immediately. It was a photo of me and my mum at my 12th birthday; almost 6 1/2 years ago. We had been sitting in a restaurant and a cake with a candle had been layed on the table. It was saddening how quick time had passed. It felt like it had been only yesterday. Not wanting to cry though, I put it back into my bag and finally opened the door. 

My feet carried me slowly down the hall, towards my flat. 7 hours ago I had left this place and I was back. I got my money for that day and I was actually not happy. It was a bad way of making money but what could I do? I had no other way and somehow I had to pay for my apartment. The fact was;  it had been definately my uncle’s fault that my life went on like this; he made me stay at home instead of going to school. 

I closed the door behind me and looked around before letting my bag drop to the wooden floor and walking into the kitchen. 

Running my hand through my dark waves I got a glass of water and sighed after emptying it. I would have lied if I said I wasn’t tired. It wasn’t that normal kind of being tired. No; it was more like feeling weak and exhausted. My legs were weak and shaky. But this was just another thing I had to get used to. It was a daily thing. Well, only the days I worked but that was enough to make me love my free days. 

I never felt comfortable with what I did. I wasn’t going to feel comfortable; this was a sure thing and it was going back and forth in my mind. My friend Sano had told me to go and have a change. She had told me about something like a call-girl? I really hadn’t heard of something like this but she had explained after I had told her I hadn’t known about something like this.

People need a ‘fake’ girlfriend for a couple of days. They stay with their ‘customer’ for these days and pretend they are in a relationship. She also said that the payments would be better, too. I really needed to think about this. I couldn’t say it wasn’t better than my job as a stripper and prostitute. It was and in that moment, I decided I really had to change this. Even if I hadn’t worked that long as a stripper, I was fed up. It felt ridiculous. The next thing I was going to do was talking to someone about it. Either Sano or…well, there weren’t many people I could talk to. Sano was one of my closest friends since I had lost my old ones after mum’s death. I worked with her and sometimes we just chilled or went shopping together. She was someone who distracted me from all the bad things and she was actually one of the nicest persons I had ever met. 

Walking into the living room, I turned the light on and just for a second my heart stopped beating. Thank god, I knew who was sitting there on my couch. A slight smile formed on his lips as he saw me walking towards him. We became close friends but he was my customer and so it had been weird at first but then I had another person I was able to trust. “No need to scare me…and how did you get in?" I hugged him. He kissed my cheek and rested his palms on my hips. “Sorry, babe! I know where you’re keeping your spare key, by the way!" he chuckled and I just rolled my eyes. “You’re stupid!" I giggled and moved away from his touch. “Wanna drink something? And why are you here?" I said smirking. “No, thanks! I just wanted to have some fun," he winked. My smile faded a bit and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I just shook my head; thought about how exhausted I was. My eyes met with the floor and I sighed desperately. “I’m sorry, George! B-but as you can see…I am really really tired and…I just got back. I worked for 7 hours." I looked up and he just nodded. My lips formed a weak smile as he stretched his arms out for me to come and sit on his lap. “It’s alright, babe! I can understand. Poor girl!" I chuckled when he said this. He wrapped his arms around me and somehow I felt safe and loved. Something I hadn’t felt for a long time.

I think Geroge was a person I could really trust. He used to cheer me up when I felt down; he made me happy but I didn’t have stronger feelings for him; he was just a good friend. So I decided in that moment; when he had his arms wrapped around me and his cheek pressed to mine; that I was going to tell him about my plans. The long silence gave me time to think. Breaking the silence; I took a deep breath and entwined our hands. 

"George?" He just hummed; brushing his nose against my neck. “I think," I sighed again, “I think I will make a change…I mean I don’t want to do this. I never wan-" “Wowowowow…hey! What are you talking about?" he chuckled quietly. “My job!" I whined. George didn’t move or say a word for a moment. He kissed my neck before I could feel his hot breath against my skin. “Why?" My lower lip was clamped between my teeth before I spoke. “I just don’t like it. I thi-think I don’t really need to do this. I thought about something like a…call girl?!" I turned around and looked in his eyes. He smiled weakly and pressed me against his warm chest. “Yeah…sounds cool." He said simply. “Cool?! What do you mean by cool, moron!?" I gasped. “It’s…cool. I mean it sounds better…!" He left a wet kiss on my neck again. “When?" he mumbled. “What when?" I frowned; not knowing what he was asking me. “When are you going to start? With your new job…in which I can have you as my girlfriend and not my one night stand…," George chuckled. “Hey!" I hit his arms playfully. “I don’t know…maybe in 2 weeks…or I don’t know!" Actually, I didn’t know when I was going to start. The only thing I knew was that I was going to change my job and I wasn’t going to go to this strip club soon or wait on the sidewalk. I just couldn’t do it. “Sounds good, babe!" My hand ran up and down his strong arms as we stayed in silence for a couple of minutes. 

"You tired?" he spoke into the room. I nodded; knowing that my body wouldn’t make it until later this night or even morning. It was almost 5 a.m. and my eyes felt really heavy. He picked me up before kissing my forehead and walking towards my bedroom. My body was layed on the comfortable matress soon and George made his way to my bathroom. I knew what he was going to do since I was wearing tons of make-up. I heard him come back as quiet as he could and a smile spread across my face although I was half-asleep. A wet tissue was pressed to my face and George was rubbing it softly over my eyes. “You found them?" I mumbled. I just got a slight chuckle as a response. After he finished he brushed his thumb over my forehead, causing me to open my eyes. I watched as his hands ran down my body and he slowly started to pull my dress up and remove it from my body. He had to bite his lip when he saw me in my work clothes. My white lace panties and the matching bra; my tights were still clamped on my panties. “George please!" I muttered. “Calm down! I’m just going to change your clothes! You’re so sexy though," he leaned down and kissed my neck before turning away again and walking towards my wardrobe. Returning with my pajamas, he sat down and removed my tights slowly; causing me to moan. It was turning me on, although my body needed to rest. I saw him licking his lips and then moving his face towards my legs after he removed both my tights from them. Placing warm kisses on them; his hands moved to my panties and he played a bit with the fabric of it before trying to pull them down. I protested; took his hand in mine and shook my head. “Not now…," I stated. George was always patient with me; he never got angry if I hadn’t wanted to; so he just sighed, took my pajamas and slowly slid my pants on, then my t-shirt. 

"You don’t want to brush your teeth?" Shaking my head; I closed my eyes again to finally relax my exhausted body and hopefully have a nice dream; a dream that could make me forget about my old life. 

I felt George’s lips on my temple and once again he made me smile. “Are you staying here?" I mumbled into my pillow. “Hm?!" I lifted my head a bit so he was able to understand it this time. “Are you staying here? Tonight?" “No. I will just go home!" I didn’t want to try and make him stay at my flat. I didn’t really care; he did that often but if he wanted to go home I wasn’t going to beg. 

As soon as I heard the front door close, my body took the chance to finally take off to another world. I liked it; this other world. I felt better there, I had no bad past there or anything else that made my mind turn grey. Yes, my head was like London’s sky. Grey and always kinda depressing. My friends were the only reason the sun was shining in my head sometimes. But apart from that, my thoughts were always sad and endless. I thought and thought and thought; most of the time about my mum and my past life; how my life would have been if my mum had never died. My mind was always filled with this stuff; causing my head to ache a lot. I would say; my head was an endless; dark and cloudy sky; the clouds being my thoughts. That’s one of the reasons I was going to make a change. Another change; not as big as my last change; running away from my uncle but changing my job. It was a step forward; I wanted to make the clouds go away and have the sun shining in my head. Maybe it was going to help me; maybe this change was going make it sunnier up there. I hoped and finally fell asleep. 

I was woken up by the bright light that was shining into my room through the curtains. Taking a look at my phone screen I realised it was way too early for getting up so I decided to stay in bed for a few. It was really silent; the only thing I heard was my own breathing and every few minutes a car passing by. I continued staring at the ceiling and suddenly everything came back. The memories; the bad ones and my other problems. I had to work that day so it was even worse. I wasn’t in the mood of getting up but my stomach started grumbling and I decided to and get some breakfast. Stretching my arms out, my feet met with the ground and slowly but careful they began moving forward. My legs felt weak and exhausted from the long night on my heels but it was just another thing I got used to. Rubbing my eyes, I entered the kitchen and made my way over to the fridge. I had enough left for a breakfast; some eggs, milk and bread. That was all I needed.

My stomach grumbled one more time before I shoved a bit of my food ,that was layed on a plate in front of me, into my mouth. I was just sitting there in silence and ate my breakfast. I didn’t even want to think about something; I clearly knew what would have happend. I would have thought about something depressing and I was fed up so I just tried to focus on my food. 

The hot water was almost burning my hands as I rubbed the sponge over the dishes. After finishing it I turned the water off and started drying everything and putting it back to its place. Once everything was like it had been before; I walked into the living room and switched the TV on. Running through the channels; I yawned a few times, there wasn’t anything special on TV. Just boring realitiy shows and some documentary; of course I didn’t want to watch this since my favourite serial had been How I Met Your Mother. So I had no other choice and turned it off; closed my eyes and enjoyed the silence for a minute until my phone started buzzing. Throwing the pillows onto the floor, I saw the pink phone case and picked up. 

"Hello?"

"Leyla? Hi, it’s me! Sano!" I recognized her voice and my lips formed a small smile. Knowing that she was one of the persons I could trust about everything, it made me happy when she called. 

"Hey," I almost whispered,"how are you?" 

"I’m okay! What about you?" 

"Just a bit tired; you know…!" I leaned back and closed my eyes again. Sano just hummed and sighed; she knew what had caused me to be tired. 

"You’re coming to work today, right?" I questioned; hoping for an approval. 

"Yes, don’t worry about that!" She giggled because she knew I literally hated it when she had days off and I had to work. 

"I-I think I won’t go to the club today…"

"You want to go and wait at the sidewalk then?" she asked a bit surprised.

"Yeah…" I almost whispered. 

"Okey then…I’m going to the club though," she stated. 

"Ow, c’mon! Please!" I begged.

"No, I’m sorry Leyla! I’m really not in the mood of it! It’s cold outside; winter…in London…!" she explained.

I knew I couldn’t change her mind so I just sighed; letting her know that I was sad about her decision but I had to accept it. 

"So…why did you call?" I tried to change the subject. 

"I was just a bit bored…," she mumbled.

"Well…I have to go and buy some stuff now…my fridge is empty!" 

"Ow c’mon!" I just giggled at the disappointment in her voice.

"I’m sorry, but I have to go to the grocery!" I bit my lip. 

"Okey then…see you later, probably?! Or are you going to go home right after you’re done?"

"No, I will come and watch you afterwards; don’t worry!" A grin spread across my face immediately.

"Oh, shut up!" Sano just laughed and continued, “well, see you later then?"

"Yeah…! Bye!" I murmured.

"Bye! Oh…what you think of that job I told you about? You know…the call-girl one?!" 

"Let’s talk about this later?"

"Okey, see you then! Bye!"

"Bye!" 

I hung up and made my way towards my bedroom since I was still in my pajamas. A sweatshirt; a warm pair of jeans and a beanie was all I needed; and of course I had to change my underwear, too. I took the yellow sweatshirt out of my closet and tried to figure out which jeans would match best with it. I thought the baby-blue one would make it; and so I got everything I needed and changed rapidely. Walking into the bathroom; I looked at myself in the mirror before grabbing my tooth brush, covering it with tooth paste and shoving it into my mouth. As soon as I had finished brushing my teeth, I put some make-up on my almost white skin and left the bathroom afterwards. I thought it was better to wear ugg boots, so I grabbed them and soon my feet were being heated by the warmth of my shoes. 

Before opening the front door; I grabbed my money, phone and keys. Even in the hallway was it cold; so I turned around and grabbed my vest. I slammed the door shut and walked straight to the elevator; pushed the button and waited patiently. I heard a ‘bing’ and the doors opened before I stepped in and another button was being pushed. As I arrived at the first story; I took a look at my phone. I had 4 hours left ‘till work began at 9 pm. It was normal that I got up that late; around 3 p.m. or 4 pm. Unusual for other people, but it was a normal thing for me since I went to bed that late. 

I pushed the glass door open and the cold air hit my face like a sharp knife as soon as I made my first step out of the building. The snow was falling peacfully and the streets weren’t as busy as they used to be when it was summer. It was a nice atmosphere; silence and the romantic snow falling.

If I had had a boyfriend I would walked around with him and enjoyed the time with him. But I hadn’t and that was frustrating me. If mum had been there…I don’t know what I was going to do first. I missed her so much. A part of my body was gone and I felt empty but I decided to focus on the present, not the past and so I just walked around the corner and tried not to think about anything that would make me sad.

I could see the supermaket in the distance; it wasn’t much left. A few minutes of walking, and I finally arrived. I grabbed a basket and made my way through the market soon; escaping from London’s cold air. Milk, cheese, eggs, coffee, candy, water and some spaghetti was all I needed. I was still shivering from the cold weather, though it was actually warm inside of the little shop. Checking one last time my basket, I made sure I had everything and walked to the queue.

I put everything onto the assembly line and waited patiently. There were a few older people in front of me and a handsome, tall guy. He had a tired look on his face, but his eyes were shining like diamonds and they had something special. His cheeks were red, obviously from the temperatures we had in London. His jawline and cheek bones looked so…perfect on his face. Everything fit together; the eyes with the dark hair, his soft looking and pink lips, his nose with his cheeks; just everything. He truely looked like an angel and I just stared at his face for a couple of minutes before he turned around completely but broke eye contact as soon as my eyes met his. I didn’t know what his problem was but he just looked at the ground and turned to his old position so I could only see half of his face but that was enough for me to admire his looks. My eyes checked him from head to toe; he was dressed quite warm. A black coat; grey scarf and some warm pair of shoes matching with his black jeans. He looked as if his parents were rich, and he was just a spoiled only child. 

As I looked at the assembly line; I tried to hold back my laughter but instead I just let out a small giggle. He was actually going to buy some tampons. My cheeks went red and I giggled once more, making him turn around and face me. I covered my mouth with my hand and tried to look away but it was impossible. He was just too good-looking. His eyes met mine for a second time and he sighed as he turned around and shook his head. I knew exactly that he was being forced to buy them for someone; probably his girlfriend; and I could see that he didn’t want to do it. Which boyfriend would?

We were both stepping closer to the cashier; who had to hold back her giggle, too. The handsome guy just inhaled deeply; showing us that he was getting annoyed. I saw him pay for his stuff, and then just watched him leave. Something inside of me wanted to run after him; I bit my lip and stared at him until he was out of sight. The girl behind the cash register greeted me politely, making me come back to reality. She put everything into a bag and I payed; saying a quick good-bye I left the super market and headed towards my flat. My feet were moving quickly; trying to carry me to the next warm place. I looked at the ground and continued walking as fast as I could. My nose was already cold and obviously red, too. It wasn’t much left to my flat, when my phone started buzzing in my pocket. “Not now…!" I groaned. It rang a few more times, until the caller finally hung up. I was going to call, whoever it was, back. The door showed up in front of me and I opened it; letting out a small gasp as I felt the warmth I had needed when I was outside. I stepped towards the elevator and pushed the button; soon I was standing in front of my door, searching for my keys. As I was about to grab them, my phone started ringing again. “Oh god! Patience!" I almost yelled. Opening the door quickly, I picked up and clamped my phone between my shoulder and my cheek. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi, honey!" 

"Oh, hey! How are you?" It was George who had called. 

"I’m okay…what about you?" he almost whispered. 

"Just the same; I have to work today," I sighed; letting him know that I was getting pissed of my job. I shut the door and listened. 

"I know you don’t like it Leyla; but did you think about the new job? The one we talked about yesterday?" 

"No, not really." I answered simply. 

"Okay. Uhm…I actually called because…well, we have something left." 

"George, what are you talking about?" I let out a slight chuckle. 

"We skipped something yesterday. I didn’t have fun these days." I could hear his smirk. Knowing what he was talking about, I rolled my eyes and bit my lip. 

"C’mon, Leyla! I know you want to make me feel good." 

"George!" I almost yelled. “It’s alright, maybe…tonight. I can’t tell you! I’m not in the club tonight. But I will call you! I promise!"

"Calm down, lady!" he chuckled and continued, “I will pick you up then! We will see!"

"Okey, thank you!" I smiled to myself. 

"Great, see you later then?" 

"Yeah, thanks again." I walked into my kitchen and laid the bag down onto the counter after I took off my wet shoes.

"Okay. Bye, love!"

"Bye!"

I hung up and started unpacking the bag of groceries. After everything was on its right place, I checked the time on my phone. It was enough time left for a little nap until work. I ran into my bedroom and threw myself onto my bed. As soon as I had stretched my arms and got dressed into my pajamas; I took out my phone and set my alarm to turn on in one hour. Placing it onto my night stand, my head sunk into my big pillow and I drifet off to sleep.

The sound of Frank Ocean’s Thinking ‘Bout You made my eyes flutter open as I reached out for my phone. I ran a hand through my hair when I looked at my screen and stopped the music that had been playing and waking me up. I yawned and got up since I had to hurry a bit. I was going to work in one and a half hour so I decided to go brush my teeth and just continue with my make up; and that’s what I did. I had one hour left after my last bit of mascara was put on my lashes and my lips were shiny red. I stepped out of my bathroom and turned the lights off whilst walking through the door. The next thing I had to do was picking out a dress, and that wasn’t easy based on the cold night air. I looked through a bunch of dresses but none of them was really made for winter. After twenty minutes of thinking about which dress I should wear; I finally picked out a black dress. I really liked it; it wasn’t really short and the lace on its neckline was a highlight, of course. Slowly, I fumbled with the fabric of my pajama pants before I let them drop onto the floor. I took off my t-shirt and let it drop next to my pants. 

I watched myself in the mirror as I turned from one side to the other; checking my looks. My hair was tied into a tight pony tail and I finally took my black heels; slipping my feet into them. I checked one last time and made sure everything looked perfect before grabbing my jacket and my bag and heading towards the front door. Looking into my bag just to make sure I had my phone, keys and some money, I stepped out of my apartment and shut the door behind me. My day was about to begin. 

I opened the glass door and my whole body started trembling. It was freezing. How was I going to make it out there, at the sidewalk? Taking a deep breath, I came out of the building and started walking immediately towards the club. I had to tell the owner of the club that I was going to work outside that night. A few minutes passed by as I walked down the street and I could finally see the lights of the club. My feet already hurt and felt like I’ve been running a marathon with my heels.

I tried to catch my breath as I was about to enter the door behind the club. Only people who worked there, were allowed to go through this door. 

"Hi, Michael!" I greeted the bouncer; a tall man, looking a bit frightening if you hadn’t known him; who always seemed to be a nice guy though. 

"Good evening, Leyla! How are you, love?"

"Fine, thank you!" I rubbed my hands. “What about you? Oh, and please let me in now. It’s fucking cold!" I giggled. 

"No problem, honey!" He opened the door and stepped inside with me.

"You’re the last one. The others are already here." he explained. 

"Really?! Well, I was just going to tell Mr.Austin that I will work outside today." 

"Are you kidding me?" Michael chuckled; obviously not believing me.  

"No, I just- I don’t know." I shrugged and turned around. 

I knocked at Mr.Austins’s office twice; but after he didn’t answer I just turned around. Just then his door opened and I turned to my old position. He stared at me for a while and I just smiled. 

He was also a tall man, but not as tall as Michael. He had those green eyes and short but styled, dark hair. I liked the way he dressed. It was making him look younger than he actually was. 

"Good evening Mr.Austin!"

"Good evening, Leyla! Can I help you?" he said friendly. 

"Uhm…I just wanted to tell you that I will be outside tonight…!" I smiled weakly. 

His face was surprised and he formed an ‘o’ with his mouth. 

"You sure?" 

I just nodded, said a quick good bye and left. 

"Be careful!" Michael shouted after me. He was right; I had to be careful. Who knew…maybe some sick guy was going to pick me up and abuse me. It was dangerous but I had to do it. It was my job. 

After a long walk in the dark streets of London, I finally arrived at Wigmore Street. It was the place where most of the prostitutes wait for a man to pick them up; but I was alone.

The cold wind was blowing again and I shivered in my short dress. I hugged myself; trying to get warmth through this but it was pointless. I just bit my lip; and hoped that someone picked me up; I hated to say this but it was better than freezing my ass off. I heard a car come  and it just passed by; I was disappointed. It was only 10 p.m. but the streets were empty. Oxford street was more traffic; maybe I should had gone there but it was impossible to move. A few more cars drove by and I just watched them speed down the street. 

I got tired; my legs were about to pass out any minute. I had to stay there though; I had to wait ‘till some man finally came. My body, my head just begged; I couldn’t stand this any longer. The wind that was making my body tremble. Just in that moment, I heard another car; but I thought to myself that the driver was just going to ignore me like all those other ones. He didn’t. I didn’t know how to feel in that moment, but my legs were shaking because of happiness in that moment. 

He stopped the car and I ran towards the Bentley. The guy must had been rich and that made me smirk even more. I opened the door; was unable to see his face though. 

"Come in!" A deep voice spoke. 

"Thank you!" I sat down and relaxed into the comfortble seat. 

"I’m taking you to my place; is that alright?" he stated in a very thick british accent. 

I thought about it for a minute and then just looked at my hands. 

"Yeah, sure!" I smiled sweetly and looked up at him. The street lighter shone into the dark inside of the car and onto his face. I had to cover my mouth, before I could start screaming or gasping or anything else that would just embarrass me. I knew him. I recognized him; and that was when he turned to face my widened eyes and covered mouth. 

"You alright, hun?"

I couldn’t say anything; I just stared at him and all I wanted to do was going home. I wanted to get out of here, when suddenly his face expression turned from worried to shocked. Just like mine. He stopped the car and looked at me; his mouth slightly opened now. 

"I-I know you!" 

Leyla’s outfit// 1st night

Leyla’s Pajamas

Leyla’s outfit// grocery

Leyla’s outfit// 2nd night

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Far from the usual- Prologue

 I tried to come home as fast as I could. I run into my room and start packing my bag. I have to leave. I can’t stay here. Not for the rest of my life. I am getting sick of this. Honestly, I don’t care if I am going to be alone. I had a bit money left and that was sufficient for running away. It is my last chance to get away from this and I want to get run away from this because I have enough. Enough of being a doll to someone, of being an utilized person. Everything had started when my mum died 4 years ago.   She told me that dad had left us when I younger. But she never told me a reason and I never wanted to ask her. It seemed like it was hard to talk about my dad with her. She never told me his name but always said that he was a good guy. He loved her with every piece of his heart. But actually I wanted to know more about my father. I never understood why he left her or even us. I really never did. Me and mum, we lived in a village near London. We never had real problems, we always lived peacefully until her slayer came into her life. She started taking drugs, I didn’t know the reason why, but she did. I always told her not to but she kept doing it. I begged her. I cried my eyes out because I knew it was going to ruin her. The problem was, I never understood why she started. I wouldn’t till today but she left me a letter. She explained everything but too late. It was already over when I knew the reason.  It began just 4 months before her death. She wasn’t at home as much as she used to be. She wasn’t the same person. My mum was always a nice woman. I can say, she was my idol. The person I looked up to, but it changed because she changed. I never felt the love she gave me before. I couldn’t talk to her like I usually did and it hurt. hurt me so badly. She hurt me with what she did. I cried every night, knowing my mum would never be the same again because it was no hope left. And not knowing the reason was the worst. All I wanted was to get my mum back, to get her love back, to get the nice and caring person I used to love so much away from her ruined life. I wanted her to start all over again but deep in my heart I knew she would never. Everything seemed hopeless. I knew she wouldn’t stop and the pain ate me from inside. I couldn’t understand why an independent woman, who was so lovely with other people, who never had any fears or problems, who was never depressed or stressed, would get into shit like this. This was a fact no one could ever think of. My mum and drugs. Everyone who knew her would have laughed but it happened. And that’s the main reason why I’m packing my bags right now. Trying to run away from my past. Trying to run away from the pain that I felt everyday. I want to start a new life. I want to forget everything that happened to me although I know I can’t just wash it out of my mind.  My mum wrote me a letter in which she begged me to carry on. She told me what to do after her death. The way she wrote it told me that she knew she was going to die. She knew she was leaving me alone. She knew she was going to ruin my life just because her addiction. The way she wrote the letter told me also something else. It told me that my mum actually cared about me. She still loved me but she wasn’t able to show me. I don’t remember how often I read it but it was like a billion times because it made me feel kinda good after everything that had happened. All I actually needed was this one thing she wrote. “Leyla, I always loved you, I love you and I will always love you, wherever I am,  my darling; Even if I didn’t show you the past few months. I love you forever and always!”  I repeated this so many times and everytime I did, I started crying because I knew she actually loved me even if I never had gotten the feeling. My mum loved me and that was the only thing that made me happy. It still does. I don’t know why but my mum wanted me to go with my uncle after she passed away. She begged me to stay with him and of course I had no other choice. I had the money that was left from my mother and our house was sold after mum died so it was all mine. Mum said I would get all the money when I was 18 and my uncle wasn’t allowed to take it. I am lucky. I am 18 now and I got the money some months ago so I finally saw the chance to disappear from Horsham. I can’t stand this any longer. My uncle never let me go anywhere without me asking and begging. He always used me, showed me no love as an uncle. He is a sick man, I literally hate him. He never gave me a feeling of him being my uncle! No! He raped me just after I moved to Horsham with him. I was never able to defend myself. I’ve always been scared of defending myself. I always heard of these things in TV and I can say, there are things that are worse. I mean, my uncle never went far. My virginity is not taken yet and that’s something I should be glad about. But now I have got the money and I can run away from the pain, from the nightmare and especially from the guy who “abused” me almost everyday. I think the reason my uncle never went that far was just that he had this being her uncle deep in his head. Surely, he had this feeling but even if he never wanted to have sex with me, he did other things. I was always the one who had to work in the house, act like I was his servant. Cook for him, clean everything and make him feel good without having it. It was my life for 4 years. And it is probably the reason why I skipped school. I did go there but not that much and I know it is going to be hard for me to find a job but nothing’s going to hold me back from escaping. I have a chance to change my life and I am not going to ruin it. I have a chance to forget my past and that’s all that matter right now. The only thing that is in my head, is to get out of my old body and start a new life.  My bag is packed swiftly and I look around for some last things I might need. The apartment I bought from my mother’s money is making me smile. It isn’t big but not too small. Just perfect for me, for an indpendent woman with a new and free life. I want to feel free, have no problems and worries. Just like mum did before the drug thing. But I am not in the mood of this right now. I just want to get the last thing packed and leave. My taxi is going to be here in a few so I have to hurry a bit. A last look through my room causes me to smile. I am going to leave this. I am never coming back to this place; and I am happy about that. My feet stumble slowly to the hall, my week hands carrying my two bags. I turn and sigh, then close the wooden door. My steps meet the stairs and soon I am standing at the bottom with my bags. I drop them to the floor and make my way to the kitchen; take my bag and walk back to the hall. Seconds after I just check if I have all my money in it; most of my money is on my bank account but I have some with me since I got it. My phone is in there, too, so I decide to take a last look of everything except my room. I slowly walk through the living room, trying not to remember everything that happened there. My feet carry me to the dining room and through the kitchen one more time. Soon enough I am standing the hall again. I just take a last look on my phone and finally there it was. The beeping of my taxi. A smile appears on my face and I open the front door; ready to start my new life. The taxi driver comes towards me and smiles. “To London, right?” I nod happily and take one of my bags; the driver taking the other one. The front door is closed. I am free. I am independent. My uncle is not my load anymore. I have no problems; no worries left. My past isn’t chasing me anymore. My past quits eating me from inside just as I step towards the taxi.  London. A beautiful city. I always wanted to live here but never did. Now I do. Busy streets, busy people, finally life in sight. I was left all alone in Horsham; had some friends but was never able to meet them besides school; and I barely went to school, which was a sad fact. I actually loved school when I was younger; when I had no dark hole in my life. But that’s not what matters right now. I take a look of myself in the mirror; running my hand through my hair. I am going to meet the owner of my apartment in a bit, and I am excited to be honest. The taxi stops in front of a big building, not far from the city. “How much?” I ask in a friendly way. “40!” he replies. The money is given to him in a few seconds and he checks if I gave him enough. He nods and I just open the car door. “Thank you!” I smile and make my way to the trunk; take my bags and meet the owner in front of the building’s door as the taxi leaves. “Ms. Breaux?” “Yes, it’s me! Good afternoon!” I offer her my hand to shake it and she does. “Nice to meet you! So, I have no time left but I guess you already saw the apartment and the rooms?” I nod with a smile spread across my face. It is a beautiful apartment, I once got the chance to come here and explore the rooms. “Here you go! The key, and the conrtact! Would you please sign up here?” I take the pen she offers me and write my name on the paper. The apartment was mine now. She shakes my hand and leaves after she gives me the key to my rooms and says a quick good-bye. It is like I forgot everything that has happened to me; all the pain and load is gone. I feel like I am a new born child and obviously I am. I take a step towards the door and smile at the ground. My new life is just about to begin and, god how long I have waited for this one moment!  _________________________________________________________ helloooooo! So you’ve been waiting a long time and here it is! TADAAAAA! THE PROLOGUE!!! I didn’t proofread #sorrynotsorry so tell me if any mistakes yeah haha :D give me a feedback if you want and yeah I hope you enjoy it and yeah omg leyla that poor girl i just- sorry :’) ily looootts bye mothertruckerrrrssss wtf tumblr deleted the gif alkdbbdbjsbab i will repost tomorrow aka im in bed sorry bye xxx

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