Dad? [zayn malik ddm fanfiction]

Chapter One//Mornings

        I groaned as i heard my alarm clock blasting next to my bed. I quickly open my eyes and shut it off. I sigh in relief, but then remember, today is monday, and monday’s mean school. I don’t have a problem with school, i have a problem with the people there. My Sister Anna and our Older Cousins, like to tease me. It’s not actually teasing. It’s comments that they think are ok to say, and that they won’t hurt me, But in reality, they do.

I get up from my bed, and walk to my dresser where i layed out my clothes the night before. i pick them up, and walk into my bathroom. As i set my things down on the counter, i can already hear my sister and parents waking up. Of course like always, dad takes a shower and so do I, while mom is downstairs making breakfast, and Anna is getting ready and doing her makeup. I quickly hop into the shower, and wash my hair and body. Once i get out, i Blow dry my hair and put on my black skinny jeans and “Hipsta Please” sweater. I put my hair into a french braid, and put on Eyeliner and mascara. I walk out of my bathroom, and lace my white converse onto my feet.

“Guys! Breakfast!” my mother yells up the stairs.

“Coming!” Anna and I yell in unison. I grab my bag, phone, folder, and sketch book, and head downstairs.

“Morning mom.” i say with a smile.

“Mornin love, breakfast will be done in a second, i just have to flip these pancakes one more time.” she says and i laugh, “that’s fine with me.” i sit down at the island, and grab my sketch book and open to my last unfinished drawing. It’s a girl with her face turned, and tears streaming down her cheek. I begin to add some finishing touches to the drawing and mom peeks over my shoulder. She know’s that i’m not always happy, but she’s never said anything about it.

Soon enough, Anna comes down the stairs, texting as usual, and sits across from me. Next to come down the stairs is Dad. He Walks into the kitchen, and kisses mum goodmorning. He walks over to Anna and kisses her head,

“mornin kiddo.” he says.

“Morning Daddy” she replies in a sickly sweet voice. He doesn’t take a glance towards me, so i speak up,

“Morning Dad.”

He looks at me with a skeptical glare, and turns around. A pang of hurt goes straight to my heart. Anna snickers. I look up at her with sad eyes, and she snickers once again. i sigh.

This is every morning, and every time it happens, my heart grows weaker, as if it doesn’t want to work anymore.

Mom serves out breakfast for all of us, and we all eat in silence. Well, i didn’t really, i just continued sketching, while taking a bite of pancake every once in a while.

One everyone was finished eating, we put our plates in the sink, and grabbed our things. Anna and I walk to school. That gives up the option to talk, but clearly, talking is overrated, and texting isn’t. All she does when we walk to and from school is text while I, Listen to music. Anna goes to put her shoes on, and i go to kiss mom and dad goodbye. I walk up to mom and kiss her cheek while saying and quiet goodbye, and she returns the favor.

i then walk up to dad as he reads the newspaper,

“Bye dad.” i whisper sadly and kiss his cheek softly. He looks at me weirdly, then goes back to reading the paper.

I sigh shakily, and leave with Anna. This is what the mornings in the Malik household are like.