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24 || Conclusions & Mother Meetings

Chapter Twenty-Four|| Conclusions & Mother Meetings

P E R R I E

After we finished our picnic outside in the front garden, Zayn got a call from his Mam saying that she and his sisters were coming round to check on things. The living room was often cluttered with rubbish, but now he decided to clean up. In other words, shove everything inside the shoe closet.

I vaccumed the floor about twenty times, occasionally telling Zayn to purposely drop cereal on the floor so I could clean it up. To be honest, I think I had a cleaning OCD seeing as I didn't finish vacuming until the carpet was almost glinting.

"I'm hoping your Mam isn't scary or anything because of the way your cleaning your house" I said, helping him fold away the picnic sheet.

"Nah, she's one of the nicest people ever" Zayn shook his head, "It's just that when she sees my place is messy, she goes into a fit and starts comparing me to my sisters"

"Do you reckon they'll like me?" I nervously asked. I don't even know why I was nervous, I mean they're not real are they?

Zayn smiled before setting a box he was carrying on the ground, "They'll love you. Don't worry about it alright?"

Staying true to their word, Zayn's Mam and sisters arrived just half an hour later. I didn't even doubt it was his family when I saw them walking up the path towards the front door because they had perfect genes, just like Zayn.

"Hi honey!" Zayn's Mam greeted, pulling him into a hug, "I missed you so much"

"Mum, you saw me like last week" Zayn rolled his eyes, high-fiving his three sisters.

"Well I missed you anyway" She smiled, before turning to me, "You must be Zayn's girlfriend! He speaks about you so much! I don't reckon he's even been that enthusiastic over a girl"

I returned her smile, not knowing if I should hug her or not but I let out a sigh of relief when she was the one to wrap me in a hug.

"It's lovely to meet you Mrs. Malik" I grinned.

"Oh no, please call me Trisha" She said after releasing me from the hug, "And these are my three daughters, Doniya, Waliyha and Safaa"

"Your so pretty, just like how Zayn said over the phone" the smallest one, which I'm presuing is Safaa, said.

I blushed, tucking my hands into my pockets, "Thanks, so are you!"

God, I hope I wasn't acting too awkward. I seriously thought I was over the whole 'mother meeting tradition' back in High School when I met Anne - Harry's Mam.

"I like this girl already" another one of Zayn's sisters, who I again presumed was Waliyha, smiled.

I let out a sigh of relief which made Zayn laugh.

"Compliments get you everywhere" He snickered, glancing back and forth at me, Waliyha and Trisha.

"You would do that alot when you were younger" Trisha pursed her lips. It wasn't long before she started walking around the room inspecting every bit of it.

"Zayn, how many times have I told you that you need to re-paint the wall" She scolded, pointing to a wall in the living room full of random paint splatters and spray-paint illustrations.

"That's my painting wall, mum!" Zayn groaned, "I mean, you never let me have one back in your house so at least let me have one in mine!"

Zayn's sisters giggled as his mum pulled out a stool and stood on it, inspecting the wall, "It's looks messy Zayn and it doesn't fit in with the interior in the rest of your house"