Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

56. On The Road

"Wanna play a game?" Yaser awkwardly asks fifteen minutes into the ride. It was silent until then.

"What kind of game?" I recounter, looking his way and tearing my eyes from the sun lit place outside of his moving vehicle.

Yaser had allowed the widows to be open and I was thankful. I love seeing England without the darkness of tinted windows. The air was different today, but I still loved it.

"Well, Safaa and I came up with a game that your mother finds amusing but will never join in. When we see a yellow car, we scream. When we see an orange car we- well, have you seen the movie 'Up'?"

"Yeah, I have. It's cute." I answer with a nod.

"We call out 'Ca-Ca Ca-Ca Rawr!' when we see an orange car. But, you have to point at it so I know you aren't lying. Safaa always lies." He chuckles.

"Well, I'd love to- AHH!!" I scream, pointing at a zooming yellow buggy that passed by us.

"Shit." Yaser curses quietly, placing a hand over his heart.

"Were we not starting yet?" I ask, my cheeks splashing with pink as I stare at the side of his face.

"No, no. That was great." He assures. "I just wasn't expecting you to do that. You caught on quite well."

"Thank you." I smile, leaning back comfortably against the seat.

"Ca-Ca Ca-Ca Rawr!" He exclaimed.

I quickly looked around because he wasn't pointing.

"You're a liar!" I accuse him, pointing my finger at his smirking face. "You didn't see one."

"Look behind us." He chuckles.

I turn in my seat and spot a bright orange car just two down from us. I huffed in defeat. "Oh. Okay, you win that one."

He chuckled and gave a gentle nod. The game continued on and I lost. Yaser was in the lead with calling out twelve and I only got five. He had an advantage, though. He could see more cars coming before I could because of where we sat in this car.

We played it for only half an hour before I wanted to ask him something.

"Yaser?" I slowly question.

"Yes, Marley?" He responds, peeking over at me before watching the road again. The traffic was good to us today.

"Are you and Patricia mad at each other, or something?" My voice was quiet.

Although I wasn't completely ashamed to ask, I felt like I was treading over dark waters. Did I want to bring him down to a mood that's opposite of mine if I'm alone with him all day? So far, I was still having a great time and even though I asked this question, the air didn't thicken with tension.

"We're just.....both experiencing some things. Like, we have a different look on certain aspects that's happened. She disagrees when I....don't."

"So, you're seeing one side of things and she doesn't agree. And vice versa?" I ask. "Hasn't your mother ever told you that a woman is always right, even when she's wrong?"

"My mum has, actually. And I-I...." He seemed at a lost for words and then he gave a soft shrug before nodding. "We, uh, we both don't see each others sides. I mean, I'm trying to make her see mine, but she's also trying to do the same and its all really confusing and-" He stopped. "It's hard to explain."

"Is it because of me?" I sorrowfully ask. Was I the reason of their arguments now?

"No, sweetie." Yaser quickly reassures me, reaching over and patting the back of my hand. "Don't ever think that your mother and I are in this because of you."