Zayn chews on his bottom lip as he paces around the apartment, this is his worst nightmare really, but he had to know it was going to happen sooner or later. After almost three years of secret meetings with his younger sisters, his older sister was bound to find out. Zayn knew it was coming, but when Safaa had called him a week earlier to warn him that Doniya knew, and wasn't happy about it, he wasn't sure how to react in all honesty. And then when Doniya herself had phoned Zayn a few days later, demanding that he meet up with her, Zayn's whole life dramatically flashed before his eyes, what could she possibly want from him now, after all these years. Sure inviting Waliyha and Safaa to the wedding, where millions of photographs were being taken and published, probably hadn't been the best idea, but Zayn had wanted his sisters there for him on the day he married Liam. Which lead him to now, pacing his apartment, chewing his lip, waiting for it to be time to go meet Doniya to see where this leads.
"Would you stop, you're going to wear right through the floor Zayn" Liam chuckles coming into the room, notebook in hand. Zayn smiles at him, but it's forced and Zayn knows Liam knows it too. "Everything will be fine Zee, relax" Liam smiles reaching out to pull Zayn down onto the couch beside him. "You've obviously never met my sister" Zayn huffs, crossing his arms and pouting, Liam chuckles "you're right I haven't" he answers. Zayn pouts again leaning into Liam, "the last time I spoke to her, she kicked me out and told me to never contact her or the others again, Li. What if she's really angry?" he murmurs. Liam's face softens, "then you get up and you leave. Zayn, you aren't a scared teenager anymore, if you and I can take on Eleanor, and everything else this world has thrown at us, you can meet your sister for coffee" he says fiercely leaning down to kiss Zayn. Zayn smiles because Liam's right, he can do this, "fine" he mumbles playing with his wedding ring, he's still not used to seeing it there, "there's my boy" Liam murmurs, making Zayn stick out his tongue, before leaning over to kiss Liam again. "How's the song writing going?" Zayn asks in an attempt to change the conversation, Liam chuckles, waving the notebook at him, "it's good, finished that one, Lou and I started yesterday" he answers and Zayn nods, "good, can't wait to hear it" he murmurs, and he means it, he loves everything Liam does, even the songs that make no sense that Liam and Louis have written in the middle of the night when they should be sleeping.
"You promise you'll be home when I get back?" Zayn asks again, as he pulls his shoes on, chewing on his bottom lip, Liam steps forward to pull it from his teeth, "yes. I'm not going anywhere, and remember, if she starts to get nasty, you get up and walk away, you owe her nothing Zee" Liam murmurs pressing a kiss to his lips. Liam pulls away far too soon and Zayn pouts, "later" Liam promises, before handing Zayn his keys and pushing him towards the door. Zayn sighs and slowly makes his way towards the elevator, before pressing the lobby button and waiting, once he's inside he leans against the back wall. Much like the when he first met up with Waliyha Zayn's meeting Doniya at a central location to the two of them, not that his apartment's location is actually private, when you're married to one of the biggest popstars in the world, nothing ever is. All too soon Zayn's stepping off the elevator and saying goodbye to Manny as he makes his way out onto the street, heading in the direction of the coffee shop he agreed to meet Doniya at.
Zayn bites his lip as he paces outside of the coffee shop window, he can see Doniya inside sitting by herself, she looks bored as she waits for him, and Zayn considers his options, one, he turns tail and runs back home, hiding away with Liam, maybe inviting, Harry and Louis, and Niall and Josh over for some movies and take away. Or two, he faces this like a man and goes to confront his sister. Taking a deep breath Zayn pulls open the door and steps inside, instantly the smell of coffee and fresh baked pastries overwhelms Zayn's senses. Doniya hasn't noticed him yet so he takes a moment to just look at his sister, she looks the same as the day she told him to stay away from her and the others, only a few days after his parents' accident, just a little older. Her resemblance to their mother is striking, but then again, the other two girls look a lot like her as well. Zayn swallows the lump in his throat and takes another deep breath, before ordering himself a coffee, once he has it in his hand he thanks the young girl behind the counter and makes his way across the small space, until he's standing in front of where his oldest sister is sitting.
