chapter 6

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3 hours later......( once they've reached Bradford)

Zayns POV.....
"Bradford , Bradford" screamed the bus conductor , probably wanting the people to get outta the bus.

"Here we go Zayn , c'mon let get down" thuston deeply sighs.

I nod , as we step into the warm and clam Bradford with our belongings.

Memories of the past keep playing all over my head. Thuston pats my shoulder , " it's okay buddy , forget it" he says.

So we kinda walk a lot , through high lanes and roads. You couldn't find any single taxi over here , which is quite surprising.

20 mins later...
"Here we go" Thuston points his finger , probably on a three storey house painted all in white. It looked nice , but not like that of my five storey house.

Thuston gave this extremely happy smile , that one would have , when he's found his lost pearl. I fake smiled back and climbed three steps that lead to the the door.

Thuston devised this suprise plan when he found that the door wasn't really locked. His warm palms fisting the door knob , gently opening it. He drove his finger to his lips , signaling me to prevent making any sounds..as we tiptoed in , I noticed that the house was visually pleasing. You had this two large chandeliers , that attracted your eyes with its lusture.

So we walked through this passage way , probably leading to the large dining room , where you could see his family. My eyes caught , this stern but pretty woman , with brown eyes and dark red lips. She looked so like my mother. I was observing the family , consisting of two girls , a solemn man , and obviously the pretty woman , when Thuston's voce broke in , "mommy!"

The four immediately turned towards him , us I mean. At first they didn't recognize , but later , they had their mouths hung open , with tears streaming down...well Thuston started sobbing years ago.

They stood up , making the chairs that they were seated on to move back with force. They all mentioned his name , stammering in different parts.

"T-thuston"
"Thus-ston"

Okay , what happened next was quite obvious. They ran towards Thuston. This guy started the marathon long while ago. Wait , I was totally ignored. Okay , let me watch the drama in peace.

I walked towards a bage colored couch and sat on it. My hands on its hood.

They murmer stuff that's inaudible. The weeping makes it even worse. I could see Thuston hugging his two little sisters , but I guess it's one , coz I saw Thuston literally kissing one of them..oh! That must be his girlfriend , Evelyn. Well she looked cute , brown wavy hair , pinky lips and green eyes. She wore a white tank top and a black tight skirt. Okay , no exaggeration. The family seemed to be united , their love , ineffable.

Ten minutes later
I had a really nice time watching them love...I was driven deep into the thoughts of my family..safaa , that cute little brat--
"Zayn , c'mon buddy , what wrong?" Thuston's voice breaks in.

I shrug , wiping my tears as fast as I could. I could see Thuston's long arms wrapped around Evelyn , whose cuddling him like a seven year old. They do match , you know Thuston is 20 and I guess Evelyn has to be 19.

I stand up , spreading a fake smile.
"Nothin , was just distracted" I reply with a breaking voice.

"Thuston , whose this young man?" Questions his farther , Mr . Hellister.

"Daddy , that Zayn. He's got a few problems , so he's gonna leave England in a few days. So I wanted him to be here till then." Thuston explains.

They all go nodding and ohing.. I walk forth , kissing the hands of the three females and hugging Mr. Hellister.
Thuston introduced his family to me pointing at each , " Zayn , this is my mother , Serene. This is my sister , Zoey and here is daddy , Mark Hellister and lastly , my girlfriend , as I told , Evelyn. " I just gave them this warm smile of my Louis.

Five mins later
"Zayn dear , come a long with us , let's dine. I'm gonna each as much as I can. My son's arrival has cured all my pains..come , don't just stand there." Aunt Serene's stern voice calls.

"Sure" I answer and drive my hands into my pocket making my way behind the Hellisters.

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(At the dining table)

Okay , now this is irresistible. The food does nothing but make my salivary glands to function as fast as ever. A huge turkey arranged in the middle of the table , decorated with salad leaves. Pancakes with caramel syrup , scrambled eggs , man , I can't wait.

"Eat Zayn" Thuston hand slaps my back.
I nod . I serve myself a portion of every single food , but not chicken , as for that , I grabbed the whole thing.

I grabbed the fork and knife , ridiculously digging in towards the chicken. But I couldn't give it a hundred percent focus. Mad Thuston wanted me to explain my tragedy. Why now??
So once I was done with the explanation , I could see all of their faces giving this pity look..I felt so awkward. "Whaat?" I asked sarcastically.

"Martha , could you please grab the bread and butter and walk over here" shouted aunt Serene. Wait Martha. A very farmilar name. Oh who cares. I take a sip of the red wine and go on with the pancakes.

"Yes ma'am" I guess that's Martha.

I again take a sip of wine , when my focused eyes were diverted on a lady with familiar features , carying bread and butter. Wait , it's Martha. MARTHA LEWIS. she is the maid for us (my family) , but why is she here??

I place the wine glass on the table , my eyes still focused on her. I gently stand and stammer "m-martha"
At first she didn't recognize , but after a few seconds , she started ," sir Zayn??"

"Yes Martha yes , it's me"

"Sir , where've you been all this while?"

"I -I . leave it , where's my family? Martha?"

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Thuston's girlfriend.

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