My Brother's Best Friend [editing]

Chapter 1

-Waliyha's P.O.V.-

"Beep Beep," I woke up to the sound of my alarm beeping. I had forgotten that today was the day I got to meet the boys in my brother's band, One Direction. We moved down to California when Zayn joined One Direction, but we grew up in England. My mum didn't want my sister and I to go but I begged and it worked out perfectly, because I'm starting school again and will soon be off to college.

I had only seen the boys on television and Zayn had wanted me to meet them. I had known Niall because he spent summer with us, but as for everyone else I didn't. I had to admit they were all really cute.

I woke up rubbing my eyes, hitting the alarm. I got up and grabbed my towel and ran into the bathroom. I put on the shower, letting the water run threw my hair. I got out and brushed through my wet hair with the brush. I dried myself down and put on a lace bra with matching underwear with some grey skinny jeans, a tight blue shirt that read, "Heard your a player, nice to meet you i'm the coach," and slipped on my blue Jordan's. I put my hair up, leaving down my bangs. I walked out and went downstairs to find my little sister, Safaa and my best friend, Elizabeth. I went over and kissed Safaa on the cheek. "Good morning," I said.

"Good morning," She said, not looking up from the TV. I looked at the clock and it was 9:54am. I looked over at Liz, she was making eggs and bacon by the stove.

"So how was your night? Did you sleep alright?" She questioned.

"Yeah," I said. She knew I was lying, it's one of the things she knew about me.

I had just broken up with my obsessive boyfriend, Jalen, and neither of us were taking it well."When is Zayn coming?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Don't change the subject, Waliyha." She said softly.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said, sternly. Zayn had never approved of Jalen. He said he was too self centered, which was slightly true.

"I'm serious, when is he coming?" I said.

"He said he'll be here around eleven." She said.

I nodded.

"Come on Safaa," she said, "breakfast is ready." She signaled for Safaa and I to come get something to eat.