Cruel {Zarry}

6

"Mister Zayn Malik, this is your requested alarm speaking. Your father has requested to wake you at 8 am. Mister Malik? Are you listening?"

Zayn groaned as he turned on his stomach, pushing his face into the soft pile of cushions. Trying his best to block down the irritating alarm call.

"Mister Malik? Hello? Sir? Your father was very clear about his order. Sir, I need you to wake up" the annoying voice kept talking. It wasn't her fault that she was orderd to wake him, it was her job. But why did they asked her, out of all people they ask the girl with the most annoying high pitched voice ever. Of course no one wants to wake up at that or hear that the first thing in the morning. It makes your blood boil, so it's only normal for Zayn to react the way he did.

"Sir?"

"WHAT THE FUCK! SHUT YOUR ANNOYING ASS OFF!" He yelled out as he kicked his warm fluffy blanket and got out of bed. He furiously stomped his way towards the phone and placed the horn by his ear. He pressed down a button to speak, only then she would be able to hear him. He sighed before speaking; "Amelia I'm up" he tried to say in the most calm voice. Not wanting to let her get the feeling that he was mad or annoyed. After all she was just doing her job. Amelia was one of the workers in their house.

"Oh Goodmorning Sir" she said a little bit too cheerful for Zayn's likening. "I'm glad you're up. Your father has requested to see you in his study after you're done with your morning routine."

"Did he say why?" Zayn asked while looking at the clock that was above his door. "No sir" Amelia answered. "Hmm.. Alright then, thank you Amelia" He said before hanging up.

Even though he was still tired and sleepy he had to follow orders. So he made his way to the bathroom that was attached to his big room and started his morning routine.

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After he was dressed in his sweatpants and a old bandshirt he made his way towards the study of his dad, which was located on the other side of the house. On his way he wonderd why his dad had him wake up this early and what he wanted to talk about. Well, you couldn't really call it talking because their conversations mainly contains of his dad scolding Zayn and telling him what he can and can't do. And since Zayn fucked up at the party yesterday, he thinks that today's scolding will be about that. How exciting,

When he finally reached his dad's study he quietly inhaled some deep breaths. Trying to prepare for what was coming at him behind this closed wooden door. He placed his hand on the handle and opened the door while praying his mother would come and save him.

Once he opened the door, he peeked through it. Seeying his dad talking to someone on the phone, he looked mad. Great...
Is it too late to turn around and start running? Maybe he could start a new life? Fake his own dead?

Just as Zayn had convinced himself to walk away, he made eye contact with his father. Yaser nodded his head to acknowledge his present and motioned him to come in as he ended up his phone call. Zayn hesitantly walked further into the room and waited on his dad to start listing all the things that made him feel ashamed for having a son like that.

"I see we don't knock these days," was the first thing his dad said. "Good morning to you too dad," Zayn said sarcastically as he stood in the middle of the room, not sure if he could sit down or not.

His dad stood up and walked towards the wide ceiling to floor window that was behind his desk. "Your mother told me that you found out about the family tradition." Zayn sighed, "Oh, so that's what this is all about."

"I don't think you understand how serious this is and how serious we Malik's take this" his father continued with now his back facing Zayn. "That's why I called your grandparents over today to join us for lunch." That made Zayn smile, he missed his grandparents a lot, sure they were coming for a different reason but at least he could use that reason to see them.

"Okay" Zayn said, "is that why you had me wake up at 8 AM?" His dad turned around, "I'm not done yet. What you did yesterday was
unacceptable and humiliating. After I clearly told you not to embarrass me, you decide on getting drunk and throw all over the place?!"

"It's not like I planned that, dad! It's not like I liked throwing up and embarrassing you."

"What'd you think would had happened? You're 22 years old for God sake, do you not know the consequences of drinking too much alcohol?"

Zayn was quiet now, he decided on not opening his mouth anymore. He just hoped this "talk with his dad" would end soon.

"And that poor guy Harry, did you know how embarrassed I was when I told his parents that my son threw up on their son. I just hope they show up for dinner tonight." His dad kept rambling on.

That caught Zayn's attention. "What? Harry is coming today?" He asked not being able to hide his excitement.

"Yes and you're going to try like hell not to embarrass me, your mom or yourself. Do you think you can do that Zayn? Do you think you can handle being normal just for one night?"

"Yes sir" Zayn said while saluting his dad. Trying his best not to show his dad that the words he just spoke hurt him.

"Now good. Go." His dad motioned him to leave as if he was an annoying fly. Zayn just glanced at him one last time before turning around and walking towards the door that lead to the hall.

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"Dadi! Dadaji!" Zayn yelled in excitement as he came running down the stairs once he saw his grandparents at the bottom of it. His grandmother looked up and started opening her arms for her grandson. "Oh dear, I have missed you so much!" She said once she hugged him, "look at you, all grown. You look just like your dad when he was your age." She pinched his cheeks, "but you're still my little prince."

"Do I get a moment to hug my grandson or will it just be you all day?" Zayn looked up to where the voice was coming from and saw his grandfather with a smile and wide openarms standing, his hands gesturing the come-here sign. "Of course Dadaji," Zayn walked over to him and hugged him. "You have been working out, haven't you?" His grandfather asked him. Zayn nodded his head, "Just a little" he blushed. "I can tell" his grandfather felt his biceps, "good going son."

"Now let's go find your parents and get to business, shall we?" His grandmother winked at him while pointing to the ring on his finger.