I'll Stay Babe (Zayn Malik)

Chapter No. 5: He/She

Hola my loyal readers! I hope this is a good chappie for you, hope I don't disapoint. Hah.

Dedication to BeautifulDisasterXoX because her comment noticed my urge to keep things slow and not go directly into dating. Thanks for appreciating that ;)

Song: Old School Love by Megan and Liz. It's such a great song and if you haven't heard of them, they are twins and great singers!

Well here you go, Chappie 5!

Hope you enjoy!

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Zayn's POV

I knocked on the big wooden door, apprehensive of who would open it. After a good minute I knocked again and I heard a loud 'bump' followed by a very much needed 'crash'. I took a small step back, grabbing Sofia's arm with me and tugging her back as well, trying not to knock over our bags. Finally the door opened. He didn't say anything but narrowed his eyes. He took a step towards me and poked my cheek. He gasped when his finger came in contact with my cheek.

"They're coming to life! Arjen, ze komen tot leven!" He exclaimed, slamming the door shut. Sofia gave me a quick glance, her features confused and slightly scared. Knowing that we either try again or sleep on the damp lawn, I knocked once more. The door was opened again but it was someone familiar this time.

"Well if it isn't Zayn Malik. Took you long enough." He said, smirk resting on his face. I smiled a half grin, holding out my hand. He shook it.

"Long time no see, Arjen." I said. His eyes flickered to Sofia.

"Hello." he said to her. "Who is this?" he said, back to me.

"Sofia Thanos, a good friend of mine." I said, he nodded shaking her hand. Sofia smiled but she looked very tired. Bags were under her eyes. Guilt built up in me. Maybe I should have asked management to help us but then again they probably wouldn't have allowed me to come here.  

"I'm sorry about Bram." Arjen said, leading us inside. We set our bags by the front door. Warmth flooded the house. I looked around, silently admiring the wooden accents here and there. It was a small house, three bedrooms in total, a kitchen, sitting room, and two bathrooms. "He's my uncle. He has Alzheimer so he gets very confused. If her ever asks for something, just come and find me. I don't think he will respond well to guests, either." he said. Arjen had very blond hair, that was spiky and stood up in different angles. His eyes were a very gray blue and he had pale skin. He was also very tall, six foot.

"So, tell me again why you're here? Not that I don't want you here, but the curiosity is eating at me." Arjen said, motioning for us to sit at his small kitchen table. He went to his tea pot and turned it on while getting out various packs of tea and putting them in a basket that he put in the middle of the four-person table. I glanced at Sofia. Her brown curls were everywhere while it looked like she was fighting sleep.

"We're trying to find Sofia's brother." I said. Arjen shot me a look of confusion before setting down steaming water in a mug for Sofia, himself, and I. I took a mint decaf, knowing I wouldn't get to sleep no matter how tired I was if I had caffeine, and opened it up. I put it in my tea.

"What? He run away or something?" Arjen asked. He had a slight dutch accent but he had lived in Bradford for six years so he was basically a native English speaker. He took a huge gulp of his tea.

"Not particularly. He sort of … got lost while on vacation." I said. Sofia took the same mint decaf I did and put it in her tea before wrapping her hands around the warm mug and blowing on it. Arjen got up and got a tin of biskets before setting them down next to the tea basket. He took one, chomping on it before responding.