Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

55. It's A Good Morning

I didn't head off to sleep the way I had intended last night. Actually, I waited up for the Skype call with Edward and Donnie. Which came way too late and I was too tired to stay on a lingering call after Donnie ate his well amount of fish.

But this morning, I felt good. I felt ready to do just about anything. I didn't feel tired.

I skipped down the stairs after brushing my teeth and Zayn was still asleep on the comfortable couch. I quickly peeked at the time and it was only eight in the morning.

I walked over to him and watched his peaceful face. His nose was turned up, his eyelashes sprawled on the top of his cheekbones, his lips slightly parted, his raven colored hair is flat. He looked stunning, to say the least.

"Zayn." I call out his name, but he didn't stir. "Zayn." I try again. Nothing.

I smirked and jumped over him, straddling his waist and squishing his face between my hands. "Zayn!"

"What?!" He panicked, eyes flying open and his body jerking under mine in worry. "What happened?" His hands trapped mine to stop pushing his cheeks together but I didn't cease.

"You were sleeping." I stated.

"That's what normal people do." Zayn sighs, dropping his hands away from mine and giving up. "What time is it?" He mumbled through fish lips.

"It's time to get your ass out of bed." I joke, moving his cheeks around with my fingers unattractively. "You need to wake up."

"You're in a good mood, what the fuck?" Zayn mumbles, trapping my hands and pulling them away from his face.

I shrug and laugh quietly. "I just feel in a better state of mind today, is that so bad?"

"From the looks of what you do when your in a good mood, then yes. It's absolutely terrible." Zayn says, motioning with his eyes at the way I woke him up.

"What's going on?" Yaser chuckles from the bottom of the stairs. "Marley, are you annoying your brother?"

"Yes," I answer rather bluntly.

"Good girl." He smiles and walks himself into the kitchen. My eyes follow him and I finally notice Patricia standing in the doorway of the kitchen, an amused smirk on her lips.

"Good morning." I tell her, climbing off of Zayn and clearing my throat. "Is everyone up?"

"Not Doniya." Patricia answers. "Zayn is now."

Zayn groans quietly and rolls himself over on his stomach burying his face in the pillow he used. "No, I'm not."

I grabbed a decorative pillow from the chair not far from me and whacked it against the blanket in the area of his butt. "Get up! I'm leaving soon, I wanna spend time with everyone."

"Then go wake up Doniya." Zayn mumbles.

And with that suggestion, I immediately run toward the stairs. I skipped up them two at a time, quietly jogging over to the third door on the left. I twist the knob slowly and entered into a dimly lit room. The morning sun barely lighting through the dark maroon colored curtains.

Soft peaceful breathing came from the figure in the middle of the bed, the covers kicked down to just the feet of the sleeping person.

I walk over to the curtains and pull them open, but Doniya didn't wake. Must be a siblings thing. Maybe they get it from Yaser because I'm not that heavy of a sleeper.

I walk over to my older sister and tap upon her shoulder. She mumbled quietly, but refused to wake up.

"Doniya?" I ask, trying to see if she would awake with just the sound of my voice. She didn't. I gently push on her shoulder, but it only caused her to roll on to her back. "Doniya."

"Mmmmmh," She sighed but quickly fell back under.

I smile and turn myself around, sprawling my back across her front as I lay on her. "Come on, big sister! Wake up, I missed you!" I begin wiggling my body until I hear a tired giggle from under me.

"Marley?" She asks, moving around to try to see my face.

"Yes." I answer and roll off of her. I laid on my side, facing her with my head propped up by my hand, my elbow resting on one of the many pillows she had. "Good morning." I smile. I ran from the room and squealed, just out of sheerness of my good mood.

Everyone had woken up and we had a fine breakfast together at the dining room table. After I ate, Doniya offered me clothes to wear. She lent me a pink blouse that made my boobs look kind of awesome and a black pair of skinny jeans.

After I dressed and collected my bag from Zayn's car, I quickly texted Edward of my plans today and to my surprised, he answered back immediately with a call.

"Hello?" I answer, putting my bag down on the kitchen counter. Yaser and I were ready, we were just about to say good bye to everyone.

"Hey, you okay?" Edward sheepishly asks.

"Yeah, of course." I reply. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you texted me saying, 'Gonna spend today with my siblings dad, wish me luck. I may need it. Hope your day will be better than mine.' It sounded as if you're dreading-?"

"Oh, no no." I chuckle. "I'm already having a great day. So I hoped that your day is even greater."

"Oh," He sighed and began laughing quietly. "You had me worried for a second there."

"What are you doing up so early?" I ask, just as Zayn was coming over to give me a quick hug goodbye. Or, I thought it would be quick. It was tight and rather lingering. He mumbled a quick 'behave' into my ear before pulling away. I threw him a sour look.

"Well, I keep my phone on loud so if you ever text or call because you need me, then I'll be here." Edward answers. My face became crimson but I was thankful when Doniya came over to hug me goodbye, I had a chance to hide my face in her hair. When she pulled away, I turned my face slightly.

"You're so sweet." I nearly whisper, knowing that everyone in the kitchen is being quiet and whispering so they didn't disturb my call but maybe also to listen in.

"I try to be." Edward chuckles right before he yawns.

"Get some rest." I smile before embracing Safaa who cuzzied herself into my stomach when she hugged me.

"I'm just a phone call away if you need me." Edward said before we both hung up.

I hugged Waliyha next and she smiled up at me. "You two are really cute. I ship it."

"I still don't think that I have the full understanding of that, yet." I chuckle with a shake of my head.

"I'll tell you about it later." She dismissed playfully.

And lastly, Patricia took me into her arms and my mood allowed me to hug her back. When she pulled away, she put on a tight smile. She looked away from me after she took a step back and I caught her blinking her eyes quickly.

Was she happy that I hugged her again?

Yaser called for me after kissing Safaa on her forehead. I walked over to him and met him in the kitchen doorway, but when I turned to give a finally wave to them before leaving for the day, I caught Patricia glaring at Yaser in a not-so-nice manner.

Her face softened when she saw me watching and she have a quick nod and a warm smile.

I turned away and headed out the door with Yaser, who had kept quiet.

Were they mad at each other? Why would they be?

(Quick authors note: I'd just like to dedicate this chapter to @DaliaMohammed6 for commenting on my last update and telling me that you missed me. It made my day and I hope you liked this update as well. I'm trying to get back into the groove of updating quicker, so wish me luck ^_^

Why do you think Patricia gave Yaser 'the look'? I don't know how obvious or predictable I'm being with their 'confrontation', but I'd love to see some of your guesses? Love you guys xox

~Moani)