Still Into You || Ziam

Chapter 1

Zayn's Pov

"Zayn, dinner!" I heard my mom's voice call out, "I'll be down in a minute mom!" I wrote the last  sentence of my essay, before I sent it to my teacher's email, closed my laptop, and made my way down the stairs where I found my mother, and my two older brothers waiting for me by the dining table.

"Did you finish your assignments dear?" My mom asked as she handed each one of us our plates before taking a seat with hers. "Yes mom," I replied before we all dug into our food.

It was just the four of us, my mother, my two older brothers, and I. My father passed away 5 years ago, when I was 13 and my brothers were 17. It was a hard time for our mother and for us as well, but we managed to get through it as a family.

Now my brothers were seniors in university, while I was a senior in school.

Ever since my father's death, both my brothers have been overly protective of me for some reason, which I'm guessing is the fact that their roles changed from the older brothers to the fatherly figures.

My father's death affected me not only because he was my father, but also because I considered him as my best friend. He was amazing in every single aspect, and he was very supportive in every possible way. His death affected my brothers for that fact, as well as them both having to grow up faster than they should've.

However, we're past all of that, and I couldn't ask for a better life. Of course, I sometimes wish he would still be there with us, but I know that it was for the best. Isn't everything that happens is for the best? Well, at least I like to think so.

Back when my father was alive, my brothers were always out. Whether hanging out with friends,  going on dates, going to parties, and doing everything that a teenager does in their last two years of high school, you name it.

However, once he was gone, they were always in the house taking care of both my mother and I. Their best friend -Liam- was always with them, before and after my father's death. So he was always around.

I don't remember how and when I fell in love with him, but all I know is that I'm in too deep, and it seems like there's no going back.

I mean can you blame me? His beautiful brown hair, that he sometimes chooses to style up in a quiff, or just leave it rest on his forehead. Those beautiful brown chocolate eyes, that always seem to twinkle under all circumstances. His beautiful smile, his beautiful white teeth, his beautiful laugh, his angelic voice, his gorgeous body, his amazing sense of fashion, and his overall beauty. He's the pretty-as-a-picture kind of beautiful, and I just can't seem to have enough of him.

The only one who knows about my obsession over Liam, is Niall Horan. My best friend, who is literally my other half. Niall and I have been friends ever since birth, his parents have been my parents' best friends from their school days. I remember my mother telling me, that it was always the four of them together, they were in the same school, they went to the same college, and both my mom and dad worked on getting both of Niall's parents together as a couple, which ended with not only Niall's parents as a couple, but my parents as well.

"Uh mom," I nervously cleared my throat, as I not only grabbed my mother's attention, but Harry's and Louis' as well. "I uh, well um," I took a deep breath, "Niall and I were talking, and there's this party our friend is throwing on Friday night, which is in two days, and we really wanted to go because all our friends are going, and its going to be real fun! So I wanted to ask for your permission, so may I please go?" I asked, bitting my lip and looking at her with the best puppy dog eyes I could master.

"I don't know honey," my mom sighed making my eyes widen, "mom please!"

"Absolutely not!" Harry answered before my mom could say another word, "there is no way that you'll be going to a party!" He continued, as Louis nodded his head to show that he agreed with his words.