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

Chapter Three - Dinner

I stood outside of the brick red door, outside the neighbor's home. It was really cold and I might get frostbite if I stay here any longer. The cool breeze went up my flowy shirt, and sent shivers down my spine. I had to make this move fast. . I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and rang the bell. The mother opened the door and I could see inside three girls running around, a father talking on the phone, and warmth.

'Hello, dear.' She greeted.

I glance back to her. She wore a smile and looked around her forties.  She was beautiful.

'Uhh...hi.' I say. 'I'm your neighbor, Myra.' 

'Oh! Yes. I'm Tricia. Your Mother told me that you'd visit us.' 

'Yeah...Wanted to make you feel welcome around here.' 

She looked at me, so grateful. 

'Why, thank you, honey. Come in.'

I follow her, inside the home. It was a beautiful house, bricked walls on one side, and numerous photos on the pastel painted walls. It was identical to my house. It looked as if they'd been living here since months, everything sorted. There were sofas put into place, TV on the wall, and some cardboard boxes sat in the corner.

'Everything's sorted.' I declare, looking around. 

'Yes. We've had the furniture moved a few days back.' Pipes in the father. 

I look at him. He didn't seem British. But, he certainly seemed kind. 

'I'm Yaseer.' he holds out his hand and reach for it. 'Myra.'  I introduce. 

'Girls! Come here!' says Yaseer.

From two bedrooms, three girls come. Two girls (aged teen and tween) come from one and one late teenaged girl comes from another. They all are pretty. They halt beside Tricia and Yaseer, and look at me. 

'Girls. This is Myra. Our neighbor's daughter.' 

'Hi.' I say, smiling. 

'Hi.' they say in chorus. 

'I'm Doniya.' Says the tallest sister. Her style is basically jeans, and a jacket on a top. She is color co-ordianted. Today, she was all red. 

'I'm Waliyha.' Says the shorter sister, who had her hair in a signature bun on top her head. She wore boyfriend jeans, and casual top, bright funky and unique.

'And I'm Safaa.' Says the shortest (and cutest) sister. She was wearing pyjamas. Like I said, she's the youngest and a tween. She has loads of time to find her own personal style, and embrace it.

'Hello.' I say again. 'I got something for all of you.' I say, opening the bag. 

'Oh, you didn't have to, dear.' Yaseer tells me. 

I just smile and hand them over the presents. My hand reaches the headphones. Headphones. Where is this boy, who made my heart race a 100 miles an hour? I don't remove it. Instead, I hand over the Chicken Biryani.

'Girls, set the table and help me.' Tricia tells, leading them to another room. 

'I need to make some calls.' Yaseer says and goes to another room.

I just stand there, believing my luck. This family, was so happy, so contented, so down-to-earth. There were like a complete puzzle. Something my family is not. I hear someone coming down the staircase and look. Its that boy, who made my heart race. Unknowingly, I blush. He catches my eye, opens his mouth, and...falls down. I guess he missed a step.

I run towards him, and help him get up. What am I doing? I haven't a clue. 

'Are you okay?' I ask, helping him get up. 

'Uh...Yeah.' He replies in a strong (and sexy) British accent. 

He had black hair, like me. It was styled in a quiff, and he was wearing a hoodie, and jeans. He smelled of cologne. He had hazel eyes, which lit up instantly. 

I just smile as he gets up. 

'Hi.' he tells with a smirk (which drove me crazy). 

'Hi.' I smile. 

'We've met before.' He figures out. 

'No.' I say, confused. 

'That was a statement.' He laughs. 

I blush crazily, as he draws a box in the air, indicating the window scene that happened before. We both smile, not letting go of each other's eyes.

'Oh, there you are!' Waliyha comes, and interrupts us. Zayn looks at her, with a hint of disappointment. 

'Myra. This is Zayn.' She introduces. 'Guess you've met the entire Malik family!'

'Yeah. I got something for you too.' I murmur, and remove the headphones. 

'Wow,' Zayn breathes. 'Thanks.' I just smile.

At Dinner, Zayn and I sit across from each other. He kicks me leg gently, and I glare at him, he just chuckles. The table is filled with fresh salads, aromatic smelling curries, rice and desserts.

'You had time to make all this?' I ask Tricia, shamelessly.  

'Made it for you.' She replies and I thank her.  I love her.

I stuff my mouth with white rice, some fresh salad, delicious Paneer curry. The food was perfect. Doniya opens the Chicken Biryani and passes it around. The Malik family have liked my Mom's Biryani. I felt ecstatic.

'So, Myra. How long have you been living here?' Yaseer asks. 

'For about...almost a year, actually.' I reply. 

'Before that?' Safaa questions, innocently.  

'I lived in India. I was born in India, and I came here when I was really small, 'cause Dad worked here. We went back a few years back, but Dad wanted us to come back...be here. So, last year, Mom and me came here.' 

'Wow.' They say, in chorus.

'Do you like it here?' 

'Yes, its a really safe place, and really friendly.' I fib. It's safe, but not so friendly. No friends actually here. No one my age. But, the locals are good enough to not say anything to us.

'Which school do you attend?' 

'EastWood High School.' 

'So, I guess Zayn will also attend that school.' 

'I guess.' I say, looking down hoping they don't notice me blushing. 

'What does your father do?' Doniya asks, breaking the silence.

'He has a business...textiles.' 

'Have any siblings?'  

'Er-no. Although, I'd love to have one!' 

'You'll have three now.' Waliyha smiles. Three? What about Zayn?  

Zayn opens his mouth to say something, but stops. I kick his leg and he glares. I mouth 'What?' and he smiles, and shakes his head. We eat in silence.

'Aunty, the food is amazing.' I complement, breaking the awkward silence. 

'Thanks, hon. But, the Biryani is irresistible.' She laughs, and soon everyone starts laughing too. We share a good laugh, and I feel like family again. I feel unbroken, and its been long since I've felt that way.

After Dinner, I ask if I could go to the bathroom. They tell me its upstairs, and on the right. But, before I reach it, a body pulls me in.