The Mutual opposition

Family affairs

Roxanne's POV

I bite my nails, an absolute nervous wreck.
What if Zayn's parents don't like me?
My heart sinks at the feeling.
I pull out my phone.

'Are you aboard your plane yet?'
-Lil

That must have been hours ago.
I feel pressure in my ears as we descend.
"You okay babe?" Zayn asks groggily, lifting his head off of his arm. He must have been sleeping.
"Yeah, I'm fine" I lie.
"How longs it been?" He inquires.
I look down at my card.
"3:49"
He groans.
I wouldn't blame him.
The flight to Leeds International Airport in Bradford England from New York City is 9 hours and 40 minutes.
Luna and Lily have an easy thirty minutes.
"Four more hours, we're almost there."
"Barely" he grumbles.

"Mum! Dad!"
His parents embrace him, grinning wholeheartedly. His father; Yaser Malik and mother; Trisha Malik.
I smile diffidently, from behind Zayn.
"Who's this?" Trisha questions, discerning me with beautifully vivacious topaz eyes.
"Mum, this is my girlfriend, Roxanne Rodriguez."
The woman smiles benevolently, titian hair suiting her lively personality, as she appears to glow.
I hold out my hand, a technique Luna uses when meeting new people.
"Nice to meet you."
Yaser beams at my greeting, nodding cordially. He has a darker complexion and a wider face than his son.
"What a well mannered young lady."
I blush at the compliment. And my friends don't believe I can be well mannered.
"Please come in dear" Trisha invites, her hand on my shoulder as she guides me into her home.
Zayn smiles reassuringly.
", Waliyha, and Safaa will be home from school in about fifteen minutes. Doniya's on her way. Why don't you take Miss Rodriguez's belongings to the guest bedroom" Yaser suggests.
Zayn nods, and helps me with my luggage.
I remember him telling me about his sisters.
Doniya; age 22, Waliyah at 16, and his youngest sister Safaa, 12 years old.
Zayn's house is large and cream colored. The guest bedroom is decorated modestly like the rest of the home. Milky shades, auburn dressers and cabinets, and a luxuriously sized bed.
"Sorry" he apologizes, "It isn't much."
"Don't be, It's great" I laugh.
"My mum and dad really like you" he says, "An you were having doubts."
I shrug.
"I don't have the best people skills."
He smiles genuinely.
"That would make two of us then."

"Mum! Dad! Is Zayn home?!" I hear a little voice cry from downstairs.
Zayn chuckles.
"Time to surprise my sisters."
I follow him downstairs.
The youngest screams and runs to him, hugging him at his torso.
The second eldest bursts into tears, sinking to her knees.
His oldest sister Doniya cups her hands over her mouth, and lets out a little squeal.
"Zayn!"
It's probably the strongest most powerfully moving emotion I've felt in a long time.
His sisters are stunning. Doniya seems to be close to his age. Her russet eyes don't go unnoticed. Though her face isn't as long as Zayn's her lips are full and vulnerable as Lily's are above a broader chin. Her hair is a mousy brown.
Waliyah is slight like her brother. Her brows are thick above dark brown eyes. And her hair is a little lighter than Zayn's. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, aligned by a perfect nose. Safaa's age was clearly defined in her appearance.
Her eyes were large and innocent like Luna's but a jade green rather than taupe or brown.
She shares Doniya's less elongated face, while hers is heart-shaped and doll-like. Though her shape is fuller than those of her sisters.
Doniya smiles invitingly towards me.
"And you must be Roxanne?"

Louis's POV

Harry passes me the paper plane he's made.
"Throw it at em" he whispers, eyeing our accompanied bodyguard, Jerome.
"No."
"Please?"
"Harry."
He frowns.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask.
"I feel like Lil's mad at me."
"Why'd she be mad at you?"
"5sos."
"Oh, right. Well it wasn't your fault."
"Yes it was. I should've told her sooner. She's devastated."
I sigh.
"Well she's an emotional girl Harry. And she was closest to them. You're going to have to pay the pounds."
He swallows, looking feverish.
"Lou?"
"Yeah Haz?"
"Do you think she still has feelings for him?"
I try to configure a few words of eloquence. Which shouldn't be hard considering I'd been with Zayn recently. Yet I don't want to hurt his feelings.
Though I can't comfort him with a lie.
"I can't be sure. Why don't you ask her for yourself? Zayn might know. She and he are friendly."
Harry rolls his eyes enviously.
"Lil and Zayn? You can't be serious. I just don't want her to regret what she did with me. As long as she remembers Luke."
"You mean when you frickle-I mean took her virginity?"
To think I almost said frickle frackled.
Jesus, Luna.
He nods.
"Well if Luke wasn't her first than I doubt it."
He furrows his brow, taking my advice into consideration.
"I know I shouldn't ask you something like this," he drawls, "But-"
"Spit it out."
"Do you still have feelings for Eleanor?"
I can feel my heart skip a beat.
I bite my lip.
"I'm sorry" he apologizes, "'S just that I know you and Ni aren't on good terms as it is. I'm probably acting like him right now."
"No, it's alright."
I have to pause and think about the lass.
Eleanor.
Harry introduced us at first.
And now he has his own Eleanor.
Lily.
The last time I saw her, she'd been unusually thin, and more pallid than I'd ever seen someone living.
Luna's about her size, only shorter and more sinewy than limp and ragged.
But I never gave a shit about her appearance. She was pure hearted. With a genuine outward appearance and psyche. I was always careful with her.
And I always tend to think about her now and then. Especially when Niall brings her up. What a Bastard he can be.
"Ni's a real piece of work, isn't he? And he calls me an old sod."
"Yeah, he's something else," Harry agrees, "He's jealous of you."
"What would he be jealous of?"
"Has it ever occurred to you how he and idolizes your lass?"
"Luna? Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm just suggesting it. They do spend quite some time together. Aren't that different really."
"That's rubbish you're talking. He's not into her. Is he?"
Harry shrugs, and inclines his chair.
"Dunno lad. Ask him."
Hah, like it's going to be that easy.