Silence (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 1

Zayn's POV

My sleep was abruptly broken by the loud sound of a metal door sliding shut. I sat up in bed, feeling angry that I still felt so tired and that I could have definitely slept if it weren't for that damn annoying sound.

My feet hit soft carpet as I climbed out of bed. I lazily shuffled over to the window and stuck my head out to see a moving truck was parked in front of the house next door. Part of me thought I was still sleeping because this we extremely weird, but the other part didn't really care. There had been people going in and out of that house for years, but never once has anyone even thought about buying it.

"Zayn, get up! We're going to meet our new neighbors." My mum yelled as she knocked on my bedroom door. I just groaned and started to take off my pajamas to get real clothes on.

Once I go some jeans on and a new shirt, I turned to look out the window but saw someone hanging up some type of poster in the other bedroom. My cheeks turned pink because I realized now I had to actually close my window when I change or have people over. I hate how close these houses are, but mostly I hate having my window right there. I thought before not having a view bothered me, but now I'll be looking at someone that apparently likes guitar with the poster someone just put up.

I went down stairs and found my three little sisters all spread out on the couch watching the television. They were all still in their pajamas, which made me feel kind of annoyed I didn't get to enjoy my Saturday morning like I wanted to because I had to go meet people that will probably never talk to us.

That's how this neighborhood works. Everyone stays in their own lane because if not, its a pretty violent place. There's drug dealers, prostitutes and people that have recently been let out of prison in this neighborhood. There's also the occasional family that's scraping to live where we do. These are nice houses, but they aren't lived in by very nice people.

"Mum, why don't the girls have to go?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen. She was just placing her tea cup in the sink before getting oven mitts on and opening the oven. My mum pulled out a pan of fresh baked brownies before setting them on the counter and looking at me.

"Because the girls aren't moving out in two months. Plus, I know you're going to protect me if they aren't nice people because you're dad isn't here this weekend." My mum reasoned with me. I sighed then went to try getting one of the hot brownies. My mum just swatted my hands away and told me to get her plate to put those on.

After she got those on a plate, she told the girls to behave themselves while we were next door. They ignored us, but we weren't really surprised. We could hear the people talking to each other, but their accents definitely did not sound like they were from England. My mum and I looked at each other before approaching the blonde haired woman that was just setting down a box.

"So I guess we're new neighbors. I'm Trisha and this is my son Zayn." My mum said, getting the woman's attention. She smiled and walked over to us then shook our hands. She looked at me and smiled brightly.

"Well aren't you just the most handsome lad I've ever seen! I'm Maura and my husband Bobby is probably somewhere inside with our son Niall." The nice lady told us. I had to will away the stupid blush on my cheeks from her compliment. My mum handed her the plate of brownies that I was still angry I didn't get to eat one.

"You are too kind. Let me run these inside and drag the two boys out here to meet you guys." The woman named Maura told us. She walked into the new house leaving us both standing on their front lawn.

"Irish. They're Irish." My mum told me kind of confused. I shrugged because if I thought to hard about why there were Irish people moving to Bradford, then I would end up with some pretty crazy thoughts. Me and my mum just shared a look of confusion before Maura came out with a man that had a frustrated look on his face. That melted as soon as I heard his wife tell him to be friendly. He came over and greeted us nicely before looking me over.