Zayn Malik's sister

Chapter 1.

I raised the blunt to my lips taking a  puff. I chuckled as Trisha and Zayn stared at me with a disapproving look. Trisha is my mom but I never really call her that. According to her, it is very embarrassing to be known as my mother. We sat in awkward silence, well more like they sat in awkward silence. My buzz made me relaxed and calm. I chuckled at the awkwardness surrounding us as I once again took another puff. It was obvious that no one was at ease, well besides me. It honestly annoyed the hell out of me that no one would even talk. "What? Are y'all just going to stare at me the whole time that Zayns home? Your killing my buzz." I spat, rolling my eyes. I continued taking drags off of the blunt as well. I heard my mom mutter something I couldn't quite catch. I let out a long, angry groan as I finally decided that it would be best if I put out my blunt. I seen my mom roll her eyes as I stuck it in the plastic bag for later. "Fine. Look. It's gone. Now what do you want?" My mom shifted feet, seeming more comfortable now that I wasn't smoking anymore. Zayn on the other hand, still stood next to her staring at me. "I want you to pack your bags." My mom said with a sigh. I was slightly taken back from her response. "Do what?" I questioned. Still speechless. "Pack your bags and get out." "B-but. Where am I going to go? I don't have any money!" I said slightly raising my voice. Trisha gave me a stern look, clenching her teeth. "Well you seem to have enough money to go to clubs every night. And buy weed to. Then you should have enough money to rent a flat." Trisha said, raising her voice even louder. I didn't say anything else as she stomped out of my room. Zayn still stood there though. I sighed throwing my phone to the ground. I brushed the hair out of my face, packing my bags. Zayn sighed. "I'm sorry this is happening to you." He muttered. I looked up at him and glared. "Oh go fuck yourself." He seemed taken back a bit but I know he wouldn't let me talk to him like that. He wasn't mom. "Look. I'm sorry for you even though I shouldn't be. Now if you'd stop being such a bitch, I could maybe offer you a place to stay." He muttered, rolling his eyes. I groaned as I stoped packing and looked up at him. "Where Zayn? Where? I'm fucking broke as hell and I can't pay any rent money at the end of every fucking month to stay at some shitty apartment. And I can't fucking buy a house so where Zayn?" He sighed and raised his eyebrows. "Well this was actually planned a couple weeks back, but I'm assuming mom didn't tell you." He said. I just nodded my head signaling for him to go on. "I talked to mom and Simon and they both said that you could go on tour with me. Well mom kind of said that you had to go on tour with me but, you're allowed to come so it doesn't matter." He said, smiling with an almost hopeful look in his eyes. "So, you want to come?" I stared at him in disbelief for what felt like a good 2 minutes. Was he serious? After all these years he thought that he could just come up in my life and try to take over and help. I just let out and angry laugh. "Listen here Zayn, if you think that me coming on tour with you for like what, 3 or 4 months is going to solve all my problems, then your just wrong. Life in Bradford is not like a life as a popstar. You can't just walk out of your house and expect everybody to love you and get all this money for making music and shit. You have to get a job, make money, hell you have to fucking buy your houses. You can't just expect it all to be given to you Zayn. But I know you're ignorant, stuck up ass isn't going to understand that because you don't have to live like this. You don't have school, or a job, and you don't have to live under your guardians rules and house. Ugh. What the fuck am I even saying? Zayn, I appreciate your attempts to help me, but they just won't work. Ok?" I looked down at my lap in hope that he wouldn't see the tears streaming down my face. Zayn obviously had to notice, but being the sweetheart he was he wasn't just going to point it out. He sighed and walked over to my bed where I was sitting. He sat down next to me and started to rub my back. I just let out a sigh, making no eye contact with him. "Listen, if you don't want to come with me on tour that's fine. I'll help you find a house and help pay some of the money to buy it. I just know that your better than what your showing and I know you could do much better than this. Your choice." He smiled rubbing my back. I sighed and melted into his arms. "Do you think maybe I could go on tour with you? And then I'll start looking for a house online. I'll try to find a job and you know, settle down some." I smiled. His face seemed to light up at my decision. "Of course. Anything for you Alisha. You'll need to have your bags packed by 5:00 tomorrow. Just bring everything. Ok?" I nodded. "Ok. I love you so much Alisha. Always remember that," he smiled. "I love you to. I'm sorry," I sighed. "It's ok. Get some rest. I'll go talk to mom," he said leaving my room. I plugged my phone up to the charger and turned off my light. Maybe this change will actually be good for me.