How It All Fell Into Place.. (Zerrie story)

Perrie Meets The Malik's

Zayn's P.O.V

"Zayn!"

My name was called as soon as I entered through the front door of my family home. I looked up and saw my three sisters trampling down the stairs. That brought a huge smile onto my face. I opened my arms and they ran into them, causing us all to fall over. We always used to hug like this, just the four of us. Our parents weren't involved, because this was a sibling thing, and they knew that. We all started laughing and crying and all that. I got up and helped them get to their feet, before hugging each one properly. I kissed Mum on the cheek, before going upstairs.

I used to have a piano in my room, and other kinds of instruments that took my fancy, but they were all gone. I didn't bother looking for my piano - that was pretty hard to miss - but after looking for my bongos, tambourine and xylophone, you could say I was pissed.

My family - Mum and Dad, mostly Dad - never really liked musical instruments, singing was an exception Dad had to make; because I was sure as hell I wasn't giving that up. But taking away all my instruments? Fuck no. He knew I had a piano, but he didn't think I knew how to play, let alone use it. I kept my other things in a suitcase under my bed, because no one knew about them, but I guess they found out when they were going through my room or something.

"Zayn.. What's wrong, love?" My mothers voice sounded from the doorway.

"Mum, where are my instruments?" I ask, folding my arms over my chest.

"Honey, your father took them away when you were in South Shields. You know how he doesn't like music. You know how he made the exception to your singing, can't you just be grateful that he didn't make you give up your dream?"

"Maybe, he could make another exception and give me back my piano at least! Take the other things away, I don't care. While I'm living here, my piano stays in my room."

OK, I was being a bit stubborn, and I hardly lived here anymore, but Dad was so strict about music and instruments that if he found one in the house, he'd confiscate it. I don't even know why Dad doesn't like music, he just doesn't.

"Zayn, you have your own house now, don't you have a piano in that?" Mum asked, now leaning on the door frame.

"No, not yet! I haven't had time, being with Perrie and all."

Mum came over and sat down next to me on the bed.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't see Perrie for a while. Stay with us, your family."

"Mum, she is family."

*****

"Wait, so they want you to stay away from Perrie? Like, full-on avoid her?"

"I don't know, seemed to me like it. I don't understand, though."

"What don't you understand, Zayn?"

"Why do they want me to avoid her? Are they jealous of the fact that I'm spending time with her and not them?"

"I wouldn't have a clue, mate. I suppose all you can do it either; ask them about it, or sneak out to see her when she's back."

"Gee, that helped. Dad also took away the instruments that were in my room."

"Really? Why?"

"I dunno. He just really hates music. He only just tolerates my singing."

"Shit, Zayn. How do you put up with that? I mean, if I didn't have my guitar in my room for only a second, I'd flip."

"I don't know, Niall. I don't know."