Art [zjm]

Chapter Ten // Family

Once we get back down to the first floor, Zayn is actually nervous about me meeting his sister.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"Because. She has never liked my lady-friends that I always brought home. I hope she likes you."

This is a first for Zayn, apparently.

We walk up to this cute little girl shuffling a bunch of business papers and putting them into neat stacks.

"Lee?" Zayn says from above her and she turns around smiling.

"Zayn!" She yelps and wraps her arms around his waist.

"Who is this?" She asks waving to me as I awkwardly wave back.

"This is Shaylen... She is my friend. Um, I hope you like her?"

"Wow you're really pretty."

"T-Thank you. You are too."

"I'm Waliyha. I am guessing you already know that because this blabber-mouth right here told you?"

I nod and smirk as Zayn's face becomes red with embarrassment.

"I like her." I hear Waliyha whisper in Zayn's ear.

Although it makes me feel uncomfortable knowing they are whispering about me, it feels good to know that she approves of me.

"I really have to get back to doing this. It was really nice meeting you, Shaylen." Waliyha turns to me and hugs me out of nowhere.

I hug her back and smile sweetly as she turns to her brother and points. "Be nice to this one, Zayn. I really like her."

Zayn nods and kisses her on her cheek as we walk out.

"Well that went well?" I say as Zayn laughs when we get back to his car.

"I guess. Do you want to see their house?"

I have a feeling he is staying away from this party at all costs.

"Sure but I want to go to that party, Zayn."

I don't know what has come over me but for some reason I really want to go. Just to see like Louis and Harry.

"I-I don't think that is such a good idea but you don't seem to be getting over your curiosity, do you?"

"Not really." I admit as we come up to this nice quaint house.

"This is your house?" I ask as we get out and walk up to the house.

"Was. I don't live here anymore after a falling out."

He basically gives me a tour of the house and tells me that it hasn't changed ever since he was living there.

"Do you want to see my bedroom?"

"Yeah but I thought you said you didn't live here anymore?"

"I don't... But I have been back here since then and it hasn't changed a bit. Besides my shit not being in there." He says and leads me up the staircase.

There are three bedrooms in the upstairs of his house. Waliyha's room is on the left, the game room is in the middle, and his room is directly on the right.

"This is your room?" I ask shocked as Zayn nods.

"Not much of it anymore but I come here on occasions."

His bed had light blue sheets on it with white pillows and his walls were a faded shade of white.

"I really like it, Zayn." I smile as he pulls me into his side.