Unusual Reality (One Direction FF)

Chapter 2 - Zayn Malik's My Brother?

Zara's P.O.V

As much as I would have liked to, I didn't go to my older brother to comfort him. What was wrong with him? How did so much sadness possess him so he would leave the table within five minutes of the conversation? 

"Darling, we love you a lot. Me, your father and Ibrahim, but we have been hiding something from you. You probably won't remember but... when you were three, we adopted you," added 'Mum'.

"What? What is this supposed to be? Are you playing a joke on me, because if you are, it's not that funny!" I yelled. My feelings were a mixture of sadness, shock and confusion.

"Zara, calm down please," 'Dad' tried.

"No! Why should I? Why didn't you tell me this sooner? Fair enough you didn't want to tell me when I was three, but what about when I was eight or something?!" I was furious as to why my 'parents' didn't tell me all of this before.

Without warning, I stormed off into my room and climbed onto my bed, burying my head into my pillow.

Ibrahim's P.O.V

I heard Zara screaming downstairs, letting her rage out onto Mum and Dad. It wasn't their fault. They thought it would be best for Zara to know that she was adopted when she was old and mature enough. Now, guilt for my parents and Zara is building up inside me.

I heard Zara slamming the door of her bedroom. I didn't know if I should comfort her or not. If I tried to, would it aggravate her even more? In the end, I decided to go to Zara once she had the time to calm down a bit and let all of her tears out.

Finally five minutes passed by and I thought that it was the right time to go to Zara and speak to her. Softly, I knocked on her bedroom door, hoping that she would let me in.

Zara's P.O.V

As I lay on my bed, my face buried in my pillow, I heard a knock on the door. I continued to feel rage that they didn't trust me with this information earlier, and for that, I didn't really feel like speaking to my foster parents - it now counts as them fostering me because I'm definitely going to go to my real parents - but I wouldn't really mind speaking to Ibrahim, as he wasn't part of their little 'plan'.

"Who is it?" I questioned, although I was almost positive that Ibrahim was at the door.

"It's me, Ibrahim," he replied.

"You can come in," I whispered, but loud enough for him to hear. As I did so, I got up from my position and sat on my bed.

"Look, Zara, before you say anything, I'd just like to say, don't blame Mum and Dad. They thought that now was the right time to tell you," blurted Ibrahim.

"Yeah, I know, but if you guys aren't my family... who are?" I said, worried.

While answering, Ibrahim had a huge grin on his face, "Well, you see One Direction..."

"Ibrahim, stop telling me lies. Just tell me the truth. Are they dead?" I interrupted, not believing a word of Ibrahim's answer.

"Nah, honestly, Zara, listen to me. You know the Asian boy, Zayn, well, he's kind of your brother."

"Really?!" I looked at Ibrahim to make sure; he nodded, "Oh, my, GOSH! All of the girls in my class will be jealous. Will I be able to meet him and the rest of One Direction? When will I meet him?" These questions slid out of my mouth, like a waterfall.

Suddenly, Ibrahim looked disheartened, and I realised why...