Him (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 3

Zayn's POV

"Zayn, hurry up or we won't get there on time to see them!" Waliyah whined at me as I tried to get some coffee in a to go cup from my parents house. It was kind of early for me to be awake right now because I had a late night. I got distracted doing a few tattoo designs for work and doing some late night homework. Today was one day that I wished I could have just stayed in bed and slept. Now I'll be driving four hours to London to go spend my day with screaming girls. Yet, I see how excited my sisters are and I know that I wouldn't trade this for a few hours of sleep.

"I'm coming, just let me get this first." I mumbled to my sister. She huffed and left the kitchen before I could explain why I really need this coffee.

Once I got all that I needed for driving, I got in my car where my sisters were already waiting. Safaa and Waliyah were so excited and we're non stop talking to each other about how excited they were. Doniya was just sitting in the passenger seat taking some selfies or whatever she was going.

"Take one with me, Zayn." She mumbled to me. I flashed her a quick smile for the picture then got my focus on starting to drive. Apparently, she captioned it saying I was the best brother in the world. I was completely fine with that because it's true that I am the best brother.

Throughout the drive, I felt myself start waking up and getting ready for my day. The two girls in the back of my car were playing One Direction music loudly and singing to it horribly. At one point I thought Safaa was choking because she was trying to reach some high notes that really proved my sister cannot sing worth shit. None of us can sing actually. I can kind of sing, but in my opinion I'm not very good so I choose to keep my mouth shut. As for the rest of my family, they don't care if it sounds bad or not. They just belt it out and pray that it comes out alright.

"Girls, I'm going to be deaf by the time we get to the arena then my ears will be bleeding by the time we get out of there." I chuckled to my sisters. They just screamed louder for me to tell them a lie and tell them they were a screwed up mess. I could only faintly hear the song behind them screaming the words.

"So, Zayn, are you going to take a picture with Harry? I feel like you're more of a Liam boy." Doniya teased me. I rolled my eyes and reached over to mess up her hair for her picture she was taking.

After four of the longest hours of my life, we were finally in London. The tickets said we needed to be to the arena by two for the meet and greet and it was only twelve. I pulled into a nice looking restaurant and told the girls that we should get food before going to the place. They didn't want to, but got out of the car and followed me into the restaurant anyway.

We all sat down and ordered our food and the girls all talked about some television show. I just kind of sat there like an idiot before pulling out my phone to check if anyone had text me. I got a few emails from the guy that owns the tattoo parlor I work at telling me how much he liked the designs I had sent him earlier. I also had an email from Nick Grimshaw asking if I wanted to go to some company party tomorrow night at a night club here in London. I knew if I told him no then he would probably put me working in some shit place at the radio studio, so I emailed back saying I would go. I hate that internship honestly. Nick makes it to where I have to constantly stay on his good side or else I'll be shunned to the back of the studio where the nasty CDs that no one uses are. The only reason I'm still doing this is because I'm getting school credit hours and I don't have to take an extra class on top of my six intense courses.

Lunch ended with me happy now that I had a chicken sandwich in my stomach and some chips as well. The four of us left the restaurant and begin our drive to the arena. At first the traffic was moving fine, then it became a crawl once I could actually see the arena. It was really shocking to see the amount of people already getting here. Like, the concerts I go to, you show up thirty minutes before the show starts and that's it. I know for a fact not all of these people are going to meet those boys. This really put into perspective for me how loved those four boys are.