Fighting Against All Odds (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) [ON HOLD]

Chapter Two - First Glance

For the past one and half hour, I had been doing many things. Mom and Dad went to buy a gift or something for Aunt Sally.  

First, I went to the mall, and I bought 'Welcome home' gifts. That was Dad's idea. I was told that one sister is in her late teens, one sister in her teens and one just a child. The boy, is behind the first sister. That means that he is a bit older to me. Some months, maybe. The thought of that makes me cringe.

Anyway, I bought Sister#1, a beautiful necklace, with earrings. Sister#2 will get a cool handbag, and a make-up kit. Sister#3 will get sunglasses, and a bracelet. For the guy, I don't know. I didn't buy anything.  

So, now, I was whiling away my time, searching on Google on what to buy. The other presents, wrapped delicately in wrapping paper, sit on a table in my room. I surf the net, desperately searching for an item. I come upon a site. 'Amazing Gifts To Get Your Brother!'

So, technically, he isn't my brother, but he IS a brother! To someone, maybe not me. So, checking this site might be okay. 

'Number One' the site listed. 'Video Games!' 

I rolled my eyes. I didn't have enough money to buy myself a phone (which I really need), let alone a video game for a stranger. 

'Number Two. Sunglasses.'

Might be a good option, but, no money. 

'Number Three. His favorite CD' 

I have no idea what music he likes, so strike that. 

'Number Four. Mobile!' 

Ha. Dude, I ain't no billionaire. 

'Number Five. Headphones.' 

Now, that's a good option. Maybe, I can get him one. 

Suddenly, a loud honk came from outside. It was almost three, and likely time to get a honk. I glance out of my smaller window (the one which faces the street). A huge white removal truck was stopped next door, so it must be the neighbors. 'North Bay Removals' was painted in dark navy blue letters. There was a cab behind the truck, and it halted on the drive way. Four ladies climb out, and two men.

One lady is wearing jeans and a flowing top. She looks aged which makes her the mother. The other three are the daughters, and their height sets their age. They all are pretty and down-to-earth.  

The men, one is the father, and one is the son. The son, who I can't get a very good view of, spoke with his parents. His parents go inside, followed by the daughters and the son, doesn't move.

He turns and starts walking TO OUR HOUSE?! Oh, my god.

My mind wants to hide, be invisible, but my heart (and my legs, for that matter) cannot move. He is wearing a red and black plaid shirt, with a white, red and black faded shirt inside and ripped denim jeans. I squint my eyes, trying to see more. He stops in front of my house. Oh no. He looks upwards. I duck down, my back facing the wall under the window. My heart was pounding hard against my chest. Somehow, it found a place in my throat. My palms got sweaty. Finally, I gathered the courage and looked outside. He was still there. He looked up again, from his phone. His eyes met mine, and his lips broke into a smile.

He was so...handsome. Cute, innocent, but bad. My knees felt weak at the very sight of him. He was definitely better than the jerks at my school, who smoke, and are HUGE players. Its almost like a tradition for them to date a new girl every two days. Jerks.

I smiled back, getting lost in his attractiveness. He waved and I laugh and blush insanely and close the curtain. After a while, I peep out again, and he is no where to be found. Probably in his home.

When I go downstairs, Mom and Dad arrived, carrying a huge gift.  

'Honey! Time to make me ready!' Mom enthusiastically announces. 

'What?' I ask, in shock. 

She looks at me as if she's seen a dog wearing lipstick. 'Mere makeup karo.'  

(means 'Do my makeup.') 

She wears her Saree and Dad wears his suit. Mom's Saree is beautiful. It's a red Saree, with a golden border. It is designed with elaborate patterns in it.

'Mom. You look 10 years younger.' I complement. 

'Really?' she blushes. 

I nudge her and I get on with the makeup. But, before, I straighten her hair. 

I apply a light shade of golden eyeshadow, and apply the mascara. She applies eyeliner, and I hand over the lipstick. She looks great.

Dad comes down, and looks at Mom. He is speechless. My Mom walks up to him and holds his hand.

'Chalo.' (means 'Come on') 

I love it when my parents act all romantic and mushy. It makes me feel like a happy family.  

My Mom gives me instructions for the evening.  

'They're nice! You'll see!' she smiles.  

I give her a quick smile and they leave.  

I shower myself and wear jeans and a blue flowy shirt, which was beautiful. I blow dry my naturally curly hair. and curl it into place. I put a banana clip and wear my delicate suede flats. Putting all my gifts in the cover (including the headphones, I've never used), and my Mom's Chicken Biryani, I head out.

Little did I know, they would have a big influence in my life.