#staystrongziamshippers oh, ur so melodramatic.
#staystrongziamshippers oh, ur so melodramatic.
Well,I don’t ship zerrie,and this is not just because im jealous.
Well okay I would love to be in perrie’s place,but that’s not why I don’t ship them.So I think their relationship is just because of publicity,or fake.
Calm down,I’ll tell u why I think so.
In XFactor when it was rumour about perrie and zayn,that they was together,they didn’t even say if they was together or not.
And ‘then’ when Little Mix won XF she said that she and zayn wasn’t together,and that she think One Direction is little boys.
And in a interwiev she said that she don’t have time for a relationship.She tought they would be popular!But oned are more famous than LM.And now she has time for a relationship.
And do you guys remember the interwiev where zayb says that he think relationship is something you should hold private?And that he don’t like to have a relationship public?And remember when he was together with Geneva Lane and Rebecca Ferguson?Their relationship was private and not in public,he didn’t like to talk about it.And now when the boys tour is over,Louis is with eleanor and Liam is (was,they broke up,yay) with Danielle.But have you seen a picture of perrie and zayn?I haven’t.
And when a interviewer ask liam about danielle he says she is lovely or greta,but when they ask zayn he just says she is cool.And I think zayn looks more sad than happy with her.
I think they are together bc they wanna make LM more popular.
Bc you all know that they both iwprking for Syco.So you all know what I mean.And I don’t think perrie deserves zayn.And I remember in australia when zayn was trying to get the receptionist Anna Crotti.And that’s mean that perrie and zayn wasn’t together yet.And there is a video that it’s rumour about harry saying zerrie is fake by change the lyrics.
I said to harry that he will stay with me,since he didn’t have house,or family.And me?I had a house?A family?I’m not too sure.
Taxi stopped in front of the gate.
We got off and took the luggages.
We paid the taxi driver and I opened the gate,letting enter Harry.I followed him,closing the gate behinde me.
We walked to the door and,when I was in front of it,I rang the doorbell.Josephine said that she had warned my family that i would be back and that with me,was a friend,but when my mum opened the door,she seemed suprised to see me.Or us.
-Zayn-she said,almost whispering.
She looked over me,her eyes was pointed to the tall boy,with brown curly hair and green eyes.
-Your friend?-asked to me.
-Yeo-I answered-He is Harry.Harry,she is my mum-I told to the curly one.
-Nice to meet you-he said,holding out his hand to mum,who eld it-I’m Trisha-she said.
We came in and I looked around.All was like i remembered.
-Way,Safaa e Doni?-I asked to my mum.
-Safaa studying abroad,Way live with his boyfriend and Doni work in America-answered.
It was all the same.Same sofa,same photos,same paintings.But my family changed.If that could be called family.
-Come back this evening-answered.
-When harry will sleep?-
-Come with me Harry,I’ll show you your room-she said,climbing the stairs to the second floor.We followed her,but I stopped in front of my room.I took the handle and turned,opening the door.I come in and looked around.It was all the same.
-You’ve become so big my baby-said mum.
I turned and looked her.She was standing less than a meter away from me,looking at me.
-I’ve missed you-she said to me.
-You too-I answered to her.
And at that point,she completely diminished the distance between us,pressing me into a hig.
I remembered all of her.Eyes,hair,nose.But there was a thing which i didn’t remember.Her smell,which filled my nostrils,in the exact moment when her chest pressed against mine.I held her in my arms,reveling in the smell.She pulled away and smiled,woth tears in her eyes.
-I eas innocent,mum-I said to her.
-I know-she answered.
She knew that I didn’t do nothing.She knew me and I never had the courage to make it.
-I have to go out,call me for everything-she said,wiping away tears.
She walked out of my room and went to the first floor.Shortly after,I heard the door closing,so mum hang out.
I went to check if Harry needed something.His door was open.I leaned against the doorjambed.He showed me his back,he was bent on the suitcas,intent to divide the mesh from the pants.
-Do you need help?-I asked.He turned and smilede,doin tick those adorable dimples.
-No thanks,I’ve just finished-he replied before turning back,take all the stiches and put them in the closet.He came back and repeated the same actions with the pants.
-Are you hungry?-I asked,breaking the silence.
-I am,so if you need me,I’m in the kitchen-I said to him,smiling,before broke away from the jamb and get downstairs.I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.There were food much healthier than those of five years ago.Obviously,since my sisters gone,mum and dad had started to eat healthier.If I open this fridge five years ago,in there I’ll find everything,from Nutell,to the chicken stuffed with ‘granny’s cream’.I smiled and took the bottle of juice.I closed the fridge and opened the cupboard,taking a glass.I put the juice inside and drank.
-I hang out-
I turned and saw Harry put on the jacket and greet with a smile.Then I heard the door slam.I was alone in the house.
London,Harvey’s Madhouse,3th September.
I’m going to go out.I’m here since two years.I consider it my house.The people inside are my family.My real family hate me.I was sent here,without notices.They told me I’d be fine here.That this is a place for
“people like me”.
" -People like…me?-asked to my mum,who was finishing to pack.
-Yes-she answered,she didn’t look at me,she was bent on the suitcas on my bed
I looked at her,i was confused.I didn’t understand what that phrase meant.Anne closed the suitcase and laid it on the ground.She looked me.Her eyes looked me with contempt.Anne realized I was confused.
-Insane-simply said,as if it natural.
A shot to the heart.
-I’m…I’m not…I’m not insane-I said.
-Yes,you are,Harry-she answered.
I heard the doorbell ring and some voices from the first floor.Then some steps.They climbed the stairs and came to us.They appeared on the door.Two men.Talls,robusts and dressed by withe.
-Goodmorning-said a man.
-Who is the boy?-asked.
-Him-answered mum,pointing at me.
One of the men came to me,taking me to the shoulders.
-Come with us-he said.
I didn’t want to go.I wanted to stay at home with mum,dad and my sister.
-No-i said,freeing myself from his grip.
-You have to come with us-said,grabbing me,with strenght and trying to take me out.But I didn’t want.
-No!-I screamed,remaining firm.
-Don’t do that boy.Cmon,you have to come with us-
His grib icreased on my shoulders.
-I said no!-I screamed.
The other man came to us.He started to drag me to the door,while the other pushed me.I started to move myself,but they was too strong for me.
-Leave me!I don’t want to go!I’m not crazy!-I screamed.
-Don’t buck boy!-Said me one of the men.They took me to the firts floor.Dad opened the door and the man dragged me to it.I pointed my feet on the ground.I didn’t want to go
-Mum!Mum!You can’t do this to me!Please!-I screamed,crying.
-Don’t call me mum!-answered-You aren’t my son-.
I heard my hert breaking.
-Dad!Dad please!-I screamed to him.
He didn’t say nothing,simply stopped to looked me.
-Gemma!Gemma help me!I’m not crazy,you know!-screamed to my sister.
She didn’t say nothing too.She watched me for few minutes,then she went to her room.
The men pushed me out and I didn’t have the force to resist.We went out and crossed the road which lead to the gate.We went up the car.I watched my house one last time.
That was no longer my house and it would have been no more.”
End of flashback
I ended to pack.Two years had passed and I was lonely.I realised that I was lonely that day two years ago.Actually I’ve always known it.I knew I was alone and that day I had the confirmation.
-Harry- called me a voice that I knew all too well.
I turn myself and I saw him.Leaning in the doorway,his arm folded across his chest and his arrogant air,even though he had very little to arrogant. Black hair,pulled up in a tuft and deep eyes,to scrutinize the curly boy in front of him.His amber skin,because of the origins.
The first time I saw him,he was in the same position.I smiled involutarily,thinking back when I get in there.I didn’t know anyone.I was removing things from my suitcase.Someone said -Hey-,I spun and saw him.In the same position of this morning.
We became friends and I can tell that I no longer felt so alone,that Zayn become my family.
-Are you ready to go?-
-I don’t know Zay-
He walked into my room and sat on the bed.I reached him shortly after.
-And you?Are you ready?-
-When I came here,all I wanted was to get out and go home,to my family.Tell them I’m innocent and that I’m not mad.Now I’m not so sure I want to-he said,looking a point in front of him
-I havn’t a family.Or a house.My house is here and the people inside are my family-I said,looking the same point of Zayn.
-What will we do?How we will behave?-asked the moor one.
-I don’t know Zay-I answered.
-I will miss this place-he said,looking at my room.
-We will always be friends Zay?-I asked to him,always with my eyes fixed on that point.
-Always friends,Harry-he said to me.
I felt his eyes on me and istinctively turned my head to look him.He smiled and I smiled too.
-Harry,Zayn-called us a voice.
We turned.Josephine was stending in the doorway,smiling as always.
-Come with me,the taxi is out there-
We got up and Zayn went to his room to take the suitcase.I took mine and following Josephine untill the entry.Zayn joined us shortly after.We looked and walked out.
Freedom.I was free.While I walked down the driveway in the middle of the garden that led the taxi,I felt myself free.
We loeaded our luggage and Zayn went up the car.Before boarding,I looked back one last time,to see that place,which for the last two years,I considered my house.Then I mounted and the taxi departed,taking me far away frim there.Taking me far away from home,again.I would have to start,over again.