What He Means To Me (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 4

Melissa P.O.V

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I woke up by someone shaking me constantly. I jerk my body up and sit up straight.

"What?" I ask in annoyance.

"Come downstairs, family meeting now let's go." My mom says pulling the covers to my bed.

"Why, it's Saturday? Mom let me sleep." I beg.

"Melissa, it's 11 in the afternoon. I'm not going to repeat myself. Come downstairs right now." She's says sternly leaving my room. I love my mom and everything, but some days she annoys the fuck out of me.

I forced myself off my big comfy bed and into the bathroom. I did my business and brushed my teeth. I fixed up my hair a little bit considering the fact I looked like I was sleeping near a dumpster.

I walk out and went downstairs. Kylie and Brandon were sitting on the couch while my dad was standing next to my mother.

"Ah Melissa, sit please." My dad says getting ready to start what ever he needs to say. I take a seat next to Brandon who wraps his arm around my neck embracing me in a hug.

"Can't breathe." I smile.

He lets go and playfully punches my arm.

"Dork" I whisper.

"Nerd" he shots back,

"Retard" I say.

"Dumbass!" He shouts.

"Brandon!" my mom said. I laugh and he gives her an apology look.

"Sorry mom."

"Anyways, I called you all down here to just let you know that tomorrow your mother and I are heading out of town to one of my business trip. We will be gone for a whole week, and we will be back next Sunday. Brandon, will be staying over at his friends house because he doesn't want to be trapped in a house with two hormonal females. So I trust the both of you" He says pointing at me and Kylie. "To stay here alone for a week getting along. And I know it won't be too hard because you girls will spend most of your day in school. But afterwards I expect you girls to behave. And just to make sure I will have Ms. Garwell to check up on you from time to time."

"Wait, you mean that old lady across the street?" Kylie says in disgust.

"Yes"

"Ew, mom you can't have her come here! She's smells like old people perfume!" She exclaims.

"Well I wonder why?" Brandon remarks. I silently high five him.

"Kylie, she's the only one in neighborhood we trust. Everyone else is around their 20's and seem very immature." Mom states.

"Exactly, you can't have some old lady here. We don't even know her! She can't possibly understand teens!"

"Kylie, your father and I made a decision and that's final." Mom said glaring at her to stay quiet.

"Why?" She pushes.

"Because I said so"

"Why?"

"Kylie enough!" Dad says jumping in.

Everyone stays quiet and waits for someone to says something.

"Where are you guys going?" Brandon speaks up.

"We're heading to London." Dad says proudly.

Zayn is in London