A/N: Get some tissues

Frankie

"Is everything alright?" I asked, inching closer to him.

I couldn't help but notice the distraught, melancholic look on his face. From the way his eyes were re I could tell that he had either been smoking too much, or he had been crying. But I doubt it was the latter. His charcoal hair looked disheveled, and there was the familiar horrible stench of alcohol covering his clothes like a layer, and of course, there was a bottle of a half empty Jack Daniels next to him, as well as a pack of cigarettes. 

I began to grow worried as he sighed and pushed his hair back with his eyes screwed shut.

"Zayn?"  I asked, taking a seat on the dusty seat next to him.

It was quiet for a few minutes, and on instinct, I thought I would put my arms around him to know I was there for him, and I soon as I did, he flinched, making me retract my arms.

"Sorry..." I mumbled.  What I didn't understand was why he had called me over, and then acted like I wasn't even there, like I was being a bother. I took my bag of the floor and began to walk back up to my house.

"I met my birth mum today." 

I froze in place, my heart suddenly beating ten times faster. His birth mum...

"And she is...nothing like expected her to be." He spoke, in a soft, raspy voice.

I turned around and looked at him, expecting to seen him in the same position I left him in. Instead, I was gobsmacked by what my eyes met.

Zayn was now looking at me, his hands pushing his hair out of his face and he was leaned forward. His already red eyes were now welled up with tears. I could see a few stray strands down his cheeks.  He looked like a child. Like a little broken child. He looked like...like me.

"Zayn-"

"Do you know how long I have waited, just so I could meet the woman who gave birth to me?" He cried.

"Zayn-"

"I had so many questions to ask her, but it's like my mind went numb as soon as she identified herself."

"Zayn-"

"I asked her, "So where's m father?", you know what she said?" 

"Z-"

" 'I don't know'. That's what she told me! She said she doesn't know who my fucking dad is! She said that I wasn't expected, and that the best she could've done was give me to a family wanted me!" He yelled.

"Zayn please-"

"Do you know what that means?! It means she didn't want me! My own mother didn't want me! Do you know how that makes me feel?" He sobbed.

I stood quietly, watching as he wailed into his palms looking hopeless, and lost. 

I rushed back to him and engulfed him in a hug. I couldn't help the little tears that had gathered in the corners of my eyes as well. Zayn sobbed into my shoulder, holding me tightly by my waist.

"It's okay Zayn please." I cooed in his ear.

"Why doesn't anyone want me?" 

Zayn

Flashback - twelve years ago

"Zayn!" The nasty old centre lady yelled from downstairs. 

"Get your little delinquent ass down here!" 

I hopped of my spot on the bunk bed, looking back at my friends, Chuck and Lee, to see them laughing at me. Chuck was eleven years old, and Lee was eight years old. I was the youngest out of my friends, since I was only five.

The three of us were the bestest friends and all we had were each other.

We slept in the same room, in the big house we were in. Everyday, the mean old lady would call one of us downstairs to tell us someone was going to take us home. Already, three people have taken me home, and brought me back. The first person treated me like dirt. He wanted me to do so many jobs for him, and if I didn't, he would burn my arms with long smelly sticks. Some big men in uniforms found out one day and took me back to Miss Margret. The second person took me back the next day because he had a lady friend who didn't like me. The last person was a woman, but she was also very mean to me and the men in uniforms took me back to Miss Margret again. 

Same for Chuck and Lee. Chuck went and came five times, and Lee went and came seven times. I don't know why though.

"Good luck with Moody Margret down there eh Zaynie?" Chuck teased, throwing a pillow at me. I laughed and threw it back at him, and put on my flip flops so I could walk downstairs.

When I got downstairs, Miss Margret was holding the big book which had all our pictures in. I had seen that book three times before, which meant that someone was going to take me home!

"Listen up, some newly wed couple just came in, and they want to adopt ya'. They'll be back in an hour so go pack your stuff. Now listen, you better behave while you're in that house, because if they have to bring you back up here again, you're not getting shit while you're here that's for sure. Do I make myself clear?" 

I nodded my head,even though I didn't understand a few things she said, and went upstairs so I could get my stuff.

"So what does that bitch want?" Chuck asked, as I entered the room.

"I'm going away again."  I laughed as I opened my little bag.

We played around for a really long time, until Miss Margret called me back down and her "pretendy" voice, and I said bye to Chuck and Lee.

"See you in a few weeks." Lee laughed.

"Yeah. See you!"

And I never saw them again.

Flashback-

I walked into the little minute mart looking for my usual Marlboro box, to get as in and out as possible. But due to the massive line ahead of  me at the front desk, I decided to go and find something cool to drink because it was a super hot day.

As I walked through the store, I thought about what Frankie would be doing with that good for nothing Kingsley. After all the money he owed me, he still had the nerve to talk to my girlfriend as if I didn't exist. If it wasn't for Frankie, he would probably be in the E.R by now.

Lost deeply in my thoughts, I wasn't watching where I was going, as a result, I bumped into a stranger who just happened to be a middle age looking woman. She looked like she was in her late 20's/ early 30's. 

"Sorry love, I didn't watch where I was heading." She spoke.

For some reason, as soon as the words left her mouth, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The lady gave me a small smile and stood next to me, facing the opposite direction with a shopping basket in hand and her bag in the other, as she looked in the freezer.

I ignored the feeling as  vibration run down my back jeans, signalling that someone was ringing me.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Zayn fam, we have a huge problem. Remember that guy from a few days who stole from us?"'

"Yeah, what about him?"

"He stole from us again! I think we might need to tighten security-" 

"Wait wait, let me talk to Rey." I said in anger at the news that Liam was telling me.

I waited for a few minutes until I heard a shrill voice speak.

"H-Hello?" 

"Rey, this is Zayn. How could you let those lowlifes get past you again."  I said trying not to shout.

"Z-Zayn I promise I did but they let a girl come and do it and she was pretty, like really pretty-"

"And you let her distract you?! We'll talk about this later." I ended.

Last time I ever let a fourteen year old do the job of security.-

"Excuse me?" I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I flipped around to find the same lady I had bumped into earlier. I raised my eyebrow at her, in a way to ask 'what the fuck do you want'.

"I don't mean to bother, but I couldn't help but notice your accent, are you by any chance from Bradford?" She asked. 

As she talked, I realised how almost exact our English accents were.

"Um...yeah, are you? Your accent is very-"

"And correct me if I'm wrong but I overheard you say your name was Zayn, do you happen to be seventeen maybe eighteen years old?" she asked with wide eyes, and suddenly, I knew she couldn't be trusted.

"Who's asking?" I asked curiously.

A mad grin appeared on her face as she looked at me eyes ajar.

"I'm Miranda. And this may be a coincidence and I don't mean to intrude, but are you by any chance from the 'Spring day Orphanage?'"

At this point I was creeped out and wanted to get away from this woman as far as possible.

"Who the fuck are you, and why do you know so much about me?" I asked, beginning to get annoyed.

"Zayn... I think I'm your mother."

*

"And that's my story." She ended.

I couldn't believe what was happening for a second. But I wanted to know more. I needed to know more.

"And my father? Where is he?" I asked.

Soon, the grin wiped of her face and she looked grim, and a little frightened.

"Zayn... maybe he's here in London, or back in Bradford, maybe he's in America somewhere, who knows?" She said slowly, as if trying to find her words.

"What? I don't understand." I replied.

"Sixteen Zayn. That's when I had you, I didn't say I had help. I...- I don't know who your father is."

I felt everything I had been building up shatter in front of me as I watched her take a drag out of the cigarette. Suddenly I started to find her very appalling.

"What?" I said softly.

"Look, your 'father'" she said, creating the quotes with her hands. "and I were a one night stand and I just happened to be pregnant. I'm sorry if that's not what you were looking for."

She didn't seem to care at all. Like a rush, I stood up from the porch and all the anger I had felt for the past seventeen years just burst out.

"I was a mistake?! You mean to tell me that I'm here today because your loose ass decided to get it on with some stranger and you did not even feel any pity or even adoration when I came out?! You couldn't keep me?!" I yelled.

"I wasn't ready! I was at the point of my career, I didn't some bastard kid getting in the way of that?! What, those nonsense new folks of yours got through your head?"

"What career Miranda?! because if you haven't noticed, you live in the poorest side of town, with the smallest house! And I was a bastard child, is that all you can fucking say about your own fucking son?! Then why did you reach out to me?! Do you know what Iv'e been through growing up, huh?! Do you?! Do you know what I'm doing now?! My parents, my real parents are the once who wanted me when you didn't. And they do a much better job at it than you ever would if you just bothered to sit down, think about it and fucking try!" I screamed, feeling my face redden with anger.

She said nothing and I took it as my cue to leave the dirty house in the dangerous neighborhood.

And the words kept ringing through my head. 

Bastard child. 

A/N Oh my shit. Once again, sorry this took long, my holidays got in the way but I promise you I'm already halfway through the next chapter so definitely this weekend, or else I owe you guys 2 chapter on Monday if I don't.