New to Bradford

Chapter 4

Zayn's POV:

It's been a few days since we went to the club. In those days, we went to work. The rest of my family is coming home today. I mean, not permanently but they'll be here for a few weeks at least.

It's five in the morning right now and I don't really know why I'm awake. Alissa is asleep but I might as well get her up so we can get ready for work. She's so cute when she sleeps.

I sound creepy. I'll get up and take a shower and then I'll wake her up. I quickly get in after the water get hot and wash off. Alissa has stayed here for at least a week. That's sad that her mother practically disowns her for weeks.

My mum wouldn't think of doing that. At least we're caring enough to let her in our lives this much. I step out of the shower and get a towel to dry off. I get a pair of boxers and a shirt and put them on.

"Alissa, get up." I whispered.

"Alissa." I whispered again.

"Alissa you need to get up." I said in a normal tone. No response.

"Alissa get your lazy arse up." I said a little louder. Nothing.

Instead of trying to wake her up with my voice, I sit by her tickle her sides softly. And she's not ticklish. Of course. I go into the kitchen and get a few pieces of ice. I get back into my room and put them down her shirt.

"ZAYN I CAN'T PRONOUNCE YOUR MIDDLE NAME MALIK!" She screamed.

"Good, you're up. We have to get ready for work now, so get up." I said like nothing happened.

"I swear to god, I'm getting you back." She hissed.

I got some jeans on and went downstairs to get some coffee made. I make some bagels too because I'm just that kind. She came down and we ate and left.

***after work***

Alissa's POV:

We just got back to Zayn's flat after work. I go upstairs because I here my phone buzzing. And it won't freaking stop. I look and see that's it's my mum calling me.... For, seriously, the 20th time today. It must be important so I quickly answer it.

"Hello? Mum? Is everything ok?" I ask. Usually, if people get disowned for weeks, they usually feel hatred towards their mother. But I always hate her, so I just act normal. And I'm used to it.

"Alissa, thank god you answered. I need you to come home as soon as possible." She hurried and hang up. Well ok then.

"Zayn! I'm leaving, my mum needs me! I may not be back tonight!" I yelled, unsure of where he was.

I went outside, walking the short distance to my flat. I got inside and found my mum smiling widely at me and my father smiling too. But my dad looked kind of fake, and... Apologetic? I don't know.

"Hello, honey. How are you?" She asked with a sweet voice. Some weird shit must be going on right now.

"I'm fine. What's going on?" I asked.

"We have something in mind. Or, someone in mind." She said, emphasizing 'someone'. I'm beyond confused.

"Ok, when you guys are not high anymore, come up to my room and explain everything to me." I said, beginning to walk up to my room.

"Wait! Honey, wait. We just want to talk to you about something." She practically begged me to come back down.

"Fine. Just please, start acting like my real parents." I said and came back down.

"So, I'm the time you were gone, me and your father talked to some new people. The Tomlinsons. They were so nice. And they have a son! His name is Louis. We want you two to meet. I think you'll hit it off." She said. Basically, she was saying I have a new boyfriend named Louis Tomlinson.

Oh my god. I know Louis! One of Zayns friends. Oh god.

"Mum, I can't be with him. I know him and he is not interested in me." I said, sure of myself. It's not in my place to say this, but I think Louis might be gay.

"Just talk to him. You never know, it could be a great relationship." I really didn't have a choice.

"Fine. But don't force anything. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work." I said and she nodded. I knew she was lying when she nodded. She will defiantly force it.

It was worth a shot. After our nice 'talk', I went upstairs to take a bath. Because baths are nice. And calming.

I prepared my bath and and stepped in. I set up a tiny telly in the bathroom so I could watch something and not be bored. I sat in the bubbly water for about 20 minutes before my toes felt like an old woman's face.

That's how I knew I needed to get out. I got out and dried off. Then I put on my pajamas (even though it's only four) and went in my room to read.

I picked a random book from my huge bookshelf and it just so happened to be "Pride and Predacious". I haven't read that book but I heard it was really good.

***

I started reading at 5:30 and it is 10:00 right now. I could stay up late because my boss said we didn't have work tomorrow for some reason I didn't listen to.

Anyways, it's ten right now and I'm crying really hard because this book is so sad. Well, i find it sad at least. I've had enough... emotions for tonight so I'm going to sleep now.

A/N:

Look I know it's fucking short and I haven't updated in 4634732984742823 years but I try ok. It's hard.

I have read The Fault in our Stars and it is beautiful.

As beautiful as Troye Sivan.

Yeah, that beautiful.

Have a nice day/night/morning faggots.

I'll be watching you 🌚.

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