Obsessed

Paisley's POV


It was after the show, that had seemed to go on forever, when I packed up all my things after not having any more tears left to fall.

I grabbed my bag and the rest of my things, opening my dressing room door and stepping out into the corridor.

Immediately, the stares started. Along with the whispers.

I bgan walking, keeping my head down as I made my way out of the building and into an empty car with no-one in there but the driver.

And soon enough, I was back at the hotel.





I didn't know what to think any more. I didn't know what to say, how to feel. Or how to do anything for that matter.


Laying in my large bed in my hotel room, I stare up at the ceiling, contemplating whether or not to try and call them again.




I decided to.


Ring.



Ring.




Ring.




Ring.




"Paisley", I heard the familiar man's voice.
"Y-Yeah hi", my voice cracked as I tried my very hardest not to cry. They actually answered.
"Paisley, you can't be calling", his words shocked me.
"W-Why not. I have every right to call", I say, a single tear escaped. Too many tears in one day.
"Paisley. Just stop calling. Don't bother anymore", the man's voice spoke.
"She's my daughter!", I cried, "I want to speak to her"
"She's napping", he spoke firmly.
"O-Okay. I will call you back in a few hours then. To speak to her", I say.
"No Paisley. Enough in enough", the man said, sounding annoyed, "You can't keep calling"
"Yes I can!"
"No Paisley. If you know what is best for her, you would stop. She's happy with us. She has a family here. She has a mother. And a father. And brothers and sisters", every word made me cry.
"She's supposed to be with me"
"Paisley. It seems that I will have to contact the welfare if you do not stop calling. It will be classes as harrassment"
"No!", I cried, "J-Just please, tell me how she is doing?"
"She's doing fine Paisley. Her speech isn't too well though. She can't pronounce things very well. But she's started going to Kindergarten and is learning her numbers and words well", his voice was stern, "We have agreed that you cannot be disturbing her childhood any longer. You cannot keep calling, wanting to speak to her. She is getting confused"
"I didn't give you or anybody else the permission to take my baby away from me. I'm her mother and she knows it", I tried to stay strong, "She's my daughter and she got snatched from me! So don't tell me that she doesn't need her mother. She's the only thing I actually care about, and I won't stop until I get her back"
"You're unfit to be her mother", he says.
"That's a lie"
"No it isn't Paisley. Don't get your hopes up. Because you sure as hell are not getting her", he said just before a small voice filled the air.
"Dwat mwummy?", I heard my angels voice.
I began crying harder, "L-Let me talk to her", I say.
Chapin's cries filled my ear just before the phone went dead.











I couldn't sleep a wink that night. All I could do was cry.









The next morning, I had many messages on my phone.



From Raya- I'm so sorry Paisley. I don't know what came over me. I guess I was just upset that you weren't opening up to us. I don't like seeing you upset and I know you are probably really angry at me right now, but I want you to know that you mean so much to me and I wish I could have stopped myself from saying those things and telling everyone. You won't forgive me, I don't think, But I want you to know that I will always love you and will forever regret saying those awful things. I really want to speak to you, if you'll let me.

I didn't reply. I just couldn't, right now.


From Harry - How are you feeling?


I didn't exactly want to reply to him, but for some reason I did.
To Harry - I'm fine. I think.



From Zayn - You don't have to go through this alone. Us boys are here for you, no matter what anybody says. Xxx

To Zayn - Thanks Zayn. The support means a lot. x

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