Wishing for Wings

“Thats my Daddy. Or at least the man my mom says is my dad. whenever She had one to many to drink she would tell me about him. She would always talk about him like he was a superhero….”

*flashback*

“Kylie come sit on the carpet in front of Mommy, dear its storytime.” Mom calls me from the kitchen.
“yes Mommy” I say. I bring my snack from the dinning room table and settle down in front of my mom.
“ how old are you baby?” she asked me she leans in close to hear my answer. I wrinkle my nose because of her sour smell that i would later learn was beer.
“seven” i answer proudly breathing in as she leans back against the couch.
“well then about eight year ago mommy met this man named Robert Morgan. He was the starting varsity quarterback on your mommys highschool football team. Mommy was the head cheerleader. He fell in love with her and she fell in love with him. He graduated that year but mommy still had a year left. He told mommy to stay in school and he’d wait for her but mommy didnt listen she dropped out of highschool and married Robert Morgan. I married him on my 18 Birthday. Do you see the ring on this finger?” she pauses to make sure I’m looking at her ring. I oohed and aahed like i knew she wanted. “well Robert Morgan bought Mommy this ring and told her that he would love her as long as this ring stayed on her finger. Ive never taken it off. We were so happy after he got over the fact i dropped out of highschool for him he was happy i did. His job paid for all expenses. I never knew what he did I was just glad he did it. After about two months of being married i Found out i was pregnant with you. A beautiful baby girl that would be all ours for the rest of our lives. We were in a bliss everyone else in the neighborhood frowned on us for being a teen couple, cause you see we were only 18 and 19 when this was happening.” Mom glances down on me and i lock eyes and nod so she knows im paying attention. “everything was perfect. but right before you were born your daddys work said they needed him and he would be gone for a really long time. I cried the entire night he was packing. You were born the day after he left. For the first couple of days i got checks from him and a letter every day. one addressed to you and one addressed to me. that box in your closet is full of the ones addressed to you. but rememeber mommys rule..” she looks down at me.
“never open the box unless mommy tells you too” we both say together.
“good girl.” mom says. “ but your father he would always write one everyday but sunday. and on monday he would always say i wouldve sent one yesterday but theres no postal service on sunday in America. He would always joke and remind us he loved us in his letters. The last letter i recieved was from a different man in the letter was a photograph of your father and a description of the way he died. it was gruesome really. but he was a hero, and i was a heros wife. but then we stopped getting checks. and you cost so much money that mommy had to get a goddamned job and work again. but baby you love mommy right? will you get her another drink?”
“yes mommy. After i do that can i go outside and play with Harry?” I ask
“sure sure dear just my drink please” my mom breathes her eyes glazing over.
I skip into the kitchen excited about getting to play with Harry. Hes been my best friend for 2 years now. I climb onto the counters and grab one of moms favorite fancy glasses and pour out the liquid in the open bottle on the table. I bring it into the living room and find mom passed out on the couch. I grab a blanket and tuck her in so shes not cold. I glance around then grab the picture down from the shelf where it was framed and set it in my room.
“there you go daddy. now you can sleep with me” i whisper to the frame then run outside to play with Harry.
*flashback ends*

“so thats the story of my dad” i finish. Harry pulls me into a hug and i rest my head of his shoulder. I breathe in the scent of the cheap cologne hes been wearing since 7th grade.
“why havnt you told me this before.?” Harry asks. My answer gets cut off my a knock at the door. I pull out of harrys arms and twist the doorknob open. Standing in the doorway is a brunette brown-eyed boy with a sharp jawline and he was tall, not harry tall but still tall.
“hello?” I question
“Hello luv.” he greets his accent slightly english. “are you Kylie Morgan?” I nodd wordlessly. “well im your mentor and its my job to give you a tour of the campus, your classes and help you set up if you want it. can i come in?” I open the door more so he can walk in. i shut the door and turn around to find Harry and brown-eyes staring at eachother.
“umm Harry this is br um Zayn my mentor and zayn this is my bestfriend.” Harry reaches to shake his hand but Zayn ignores the outstretched hand and says “ you might want to get to your dorm your mentor will probably be waiting for you.” Harry looks at me and i shrug my shoulders. How do I know. Harry nods and pulls me into a hug.
“ call me tonight kay?” he whispers in my ear. i nod and he lets himself out of my dorm.
“no boys in girls dorm and vice versa. most ignored rule ever but im still required to say it so dont get caught. oh the only exception is mentors.” he says winking at me. I just stare back at him. “do you talk?” he asks me.
“of course i talk dont be dumb” i reply. “ i said hello when i answered the door”
“well i was just having my doubts.” he smirks. “anyways what degree are you going for?”
“teaching.” great kylie one word replies.
“great me too so we will have alot of classes together!” Zayn exclaims.
“great” i mutter
“so what do you want to do first set up your dorm or get the tour?” he asks
“tour please.” I say and we walk out of my dormitory. “okay mr tour guide lead the way.”

Notes

A/N okay so i just had to retype this cuz i accidentally deleted it the first time. ugh
QOTD: first impression of Zayn?
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luv ya ~Tay