Someone Else's Fairytale (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 2: Someone Else's Day to Sleep In

Alrighty people, so here we have the second installment of the story!  Well, I hope you all enjoy it, and let me know what you think of it!(:

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Chapter 2: Someone Else's Day to Sleep In

The next morning, Sunday, I woke up at eight on the dot, just like I had every Sunday since I was twelve.  I got dressed in a pair of high waisted denim shorts that I had ripped and studded and one of my many crop tops, this one with the words “No Hablo Stupid” on it that Kadence had gotten for me as a kind of joke, but I actually liked it.  Then, I grabbed a pair of Keds that I had sharpied an Aztec print onto and my bag and crept downstairs.  I grabbed the keys sitting on the counter in the kitchen near the garage door, exactly where they were every Sunday.

I drove Terry's car to the local prison, shivering as I even thought that word.  I hated that it had such an unfriendly name and such an awful connotation.  Prison.  It sounded horrible, and it was automatically imagined to be a place where stereotypical hardcore, violent men with tattoos were sent to be punished for their terrible crimes.  Frowning, I parked and made my way up the concrete steps and inside the cold, formal building.  The officers working smiled sadly at me; they all knew me by name.  I just signed in as usual and sat down on one of the many chairs facing the glass while I waited.

Phoebe, one of the guards working today, came back shortly with a man following her that made me grin.  He was led to the chair in front of me, and I picked up the phone and smiled at my dad through the glass.

“Hello mi amor,” he said, making me smile.

“Hey, how’s your week been?” I asked him.

“Same old same old,” my dad shrugged, but his brown eyes twinkled with life as he looked at me.

“Anything new?” I asked.

“Just the usual, people don’t like hearing me say that I’m innocent when discussing what crimes got us here,” he sighed.  “But enough about me, didn’t those boys from One Direction show up?”

My heart clenched painfully for the sadness in my dad’s voice, but I nodded and said, “Yeah they did.  They seem really nice.  They’ve all changed a lot since X Factor.”

“Do you think you’ll all get along?” he asked curiously.

“Oh yeah, I think we’ll be just fine,” I smiled.

He nodded and smiled at me.  I smiled back and tried to hide its twitch when I saw even more wrinkles on his face than my last visit with him.  No one would ever really know we were related except for our eyes.  We had the same bright brown eyes.  He had blond hair, light skin, and a thick build instead of my tan skin, black hair, and petite frame that I had supposedly inherited from my mom.  I jumped when I suddenly remembered what I had brought for him.  I dug around in my bag before pulling out the magazine.

“I got you a new edition of that science magazine you like to read,” I grinned at him.

His smile stretched across his face as I gingerly slid it through the slot and he grabbed it gently, careful not to bend it.  His eyes roamed over the cover, and he muttered excitedly to himself.

“Thank you,” he told me gratefully.

“It’s no problem,” I said.  “I’m happy to be able to give it to you.”

He sighed then and said, “You seem to be growing up more and more, each time I see you.”

I smiled and said, “Well, not too much, I still haven’t reached 5’ 5”.”