Irresistible [A Zarry Fanfiction].

Chapter Forty Seven

Harry Styles closed his front door and walked into his kitchen feeling weirdly excited. Ever since Zayn had opened up to him about his life and his family, Harry had wanted nothing more than to meet the two girls that meant so much to Zayn, and now that was happening. He really wanted the girls’ to like him; they were going to be his biggest critics, since they meant so much to Zayn. As he walked in, the two girls were sat on his dinner table, watching the food being prepared with hungry eyes.

“You guys look hungry, what have you been up too with Z?” Harry asked them, before he watched as the two girls sent a look to each other and then looked back at him. He gulped; the two young girls were actually quite intimidating.

“Z? Bit of a weird name for Zayn.” Safaa burst out, before Waliyha, the older one, looked at her with a matter-of-fact look.

“So is Safaa, but that didn’t stop Mum and Dad.” She replied back, which made Safaa scowl at her. Wow, these girls seemed to squabble a lot, but it did seem quite funny.

“Well, I think that you both have lovely names.” He spoke up, trying to be peacemaker, before they both looked at him with the same colour brown eyes. They were just like Zayn, the same dark hair, the brown eyes, the olive skin; everything was associable with their brother.

“You have to say that, you’re Zayn’s friend.” Safaa spoke up, but Waliyha shot her another look.

“Leave him alone, loud mouth. I like him.” Waliyha couldn’t help but smile over at Harry, and he chuckled awkwardly, before the microwave pinged, and Harry smiled in relief. Babysitting these girls were going to be harder than he really imagined, but if they were Zayn’s sisters, then they now equally meant a lot to him too. Even if they did scare him.

He started to set out all of the taco ingredients on the table, the girls watching his movements like hawks, hungry little baby hawks. It was quite cute, actually.

“So, you’ve had tacos before?” Harry asked, as he placed an empty plate in front of them both on the small dining table where they were sat.

“Yeah, Zayn made tacos like ages ago, they were good, but they weren’t the best.” Safaa admitted, and Waliyha burst out laughing.

“They looked terrible!” She laughed, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh as he listened to the two girls talk about the disaster that had been Zayn’s tacos. He gave them both a drink of juice as he watched as they talked and spooned meat and lettuce into the taco shells.

“Well, you are about to try Harry’s Tacos, and they are the best tacos in the world.” Harry told them both with a smug smile, as he sat down opposite them both. The two girls looked at each other with wide smiles before looking at Harry. Harry laughed a little, feeling like he was a rabbit in the firing range.

“Why are you giving me that look?” He chuckled, before taking a bite out of one of his tacos.

“We like you.” Waliyha smiled, and Safaa nodded along eagerly, and Harry couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two girls tuck into their food and go on about all these funny stories about Zayn. Being the hopeless romantic that he was, he had always imagined what it would be like to have a family, and since he had fallen for Zayn, the thought about them both having a family had crossed his mind once or twice, and as he looked at the two young girls who were the spitting image of their brother, he couldn’t help but smile. This was definitely what he wanted, especially with Zayn.

Across the city, Maura Horan opened her front door and took one look at Zayn and tried to hide the look of displeasure on her face. Zayn bit on his lip. Niall’s folks had never really liked him, probably because of all the trouble that he had gotten Niall into over the years, and the smell of cigarette smoke on Niall’s school uniform probably didn’t help either. But, Zayn was determined for that to be the past now, he was going to sort out his behaviour for when he was with Niall. He wanted to clean up his act, but he didn’t know where to start, or if he should even bother.