Zayn maliks long lost sister

Ok sssooo this is my first ever fanfic and im sorry for any mistakes or errors or confusion in this book ahead of time i will be updating 2 times a day if not less or more depending on if i have anything unusual on my daily routine but enjoy!!! ^.^ vote and comment please and i love all of you who read!(;

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Chapter 1:

Naseem's pov:

"Flight 168A to Indiana now boarding!" a woman said over the intercom. "excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me! Please move!" i kept shouting at random people who kept getting in my way as i tried desperately to get to the terminal. With one final shove i made it to the gate and ran straight in and looked for my seat!

When i was seated i looked frantically for my step mom, dad, and little step brother but couldnt find them and when i tried standing up the flight attendant kept say 'ma'am you cant get up were about to take off'!

And when we were allowed to get up i just turned to the person next to me which happened to be a women with bright blonde hair with blue purple and green highlight. "excuse me ma'am?" i asked politely hoping not to upset her.

"yes?" she said back equally as polite. "you wouldn't happen to know where this plane is headed right?" i asked a little worried she think i'm stupid for asking and because of where the destination would be. "oh honey, were going to england. Why are you lost?" she asked concerned that a young adult like me would be traveling alone, or the fact that i showed worry on my features when she answered. But OH MY GOD!! I GOT ON THE WRONG PLANE!!! Oooo what am i going to do? How do you manage to get on the wrong fucking plane? Grrr! I'm such an idiot! I think i'm going to cry! Then i suddenly remember this women is waiting for a response. "oh i'm fine thank you i just forgot." i lied. "oh well ok" she mumbled.

Ok first things first dont panic naseem just stay cool! Who am i kidding? I'm a freaking minor on an airplane flying half way across the world on my own! I screamed in my head at myself. Ok when i get there i'm just going to find a pay phone or some type of phone call mom and dad let them know where i am and what happened. Then get another plane ticket to fly back home and problem solved! But oh my god i'm such a fucking idiot!!! Ok you know what i will just get some sleep to try and relax yeah thats seems like a good idea!

A couple hours later well 8 hours if you want to get technical i was woken up by the women with the blonde and colorful hair shaking me lightly. "oh darling i'm sorry to wake you but were landing so you might want to put the seatbelt on." she said like a mother. Oh how i wish that was my step mom instead. *sigh* "ok thank you." i muttered quietly and groggily from just waking up. But i sat up anyway despite how tired i am and put my seat belt on.

Within 20 minutes i was off the plane with my one suitcase, carry on, and purse. Now i was just standing right next to the doors in an England airport because it was raining so freaking hard outside i thought the raindrops were golf ball sized hail cause of how loud it is. But i am going to take this moment and stop worrying about getting home because 1) i am in freaking england and i've always wanted to come her so AHAHA!! And 2) because its raining and i love the rain! Ok time to worry again. "i'm sorry but due to weather conditions all flights have been cancelled!" a women said over the specked. WHAT!?!? Are you freaking kidding me!? "This can't be happening!" i groan as I pick all luggage.

"Well looks like I have to check into a hotel." i mutter so myself as I run out in the rain and down to the hotel down the block. As i walk in I realize how fancy it is. Well shit its a five star hotel! "ugh!" I groan in frustration and then the big embarrassing bafoon I am slipped from a water muddle in the lobby which sent all my stuff and me to ground. I groan in pain and now notice 5 guys in the lobby, and they start walking towards me.

Oh god they are going to kidnap me! Ok just stay calm. Oh god my bum hurts! I whimper in pain and all the guys bend down to look at me. "Hey, are you okay?" a guy with a thick british accent with a concerned filled voice asked me. He was had soft big brown eyes with worry and confusion in them, very little hair in a quiff. He looked around my age if not a little older. He was wearing beige chinos with a red and green plaid shirt. He looks familiar but i don't know where I have seen him before. But i shrugged it off and stood up in frustration and anger because this is just so not my day. "Do I look like i'm okay? I'm soaking wet thousands of miles away from home in a foreign city all by myself so the answer to that question would be no I am not okay!" i shouted all in one breathe.

All the guys looked taken back by my outburst and once i saw hurt flash across the big brown eyed guy I immediately felt guilty. "I'm so sorry it's just i am so lost and don't know what to do and i'm just scared." my voice cracked in the middle of the sentence and the tears started to fall after I finished my sentence and the next thing i know the guy was next to me rocking back and forth trying to calm me down. And after about 3 minutes I calmed down and i stood up and grabbed my purse and credit card to see how I have put together. I counted the cash i had and a little relieved once i found out i had £567, i unzipped my side pocket and pulled out my card and walked up to the front desk. "How may i help you?" a sweet 70 year lady asked with a warm smile at the end.

I smiled back politely "Could please see how much money i have left on my card?" i asked as warm and nice as possible. "Sure thing, hun. One moment" she said while taking my card. When i turned around to grab my stuff i realized the guys had already set it down behind me.

--------------------------------------------- Well first chapter hope you guys like(:

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