We were finally in London.
My nerves intincified as soon as we landed.
I was just glad that the flight was over. Now the really tough part was about to begin.
Zayn and I waited to leave the plane. He grabbed my carry on before handing it to me and lettting me walk in front of him.
It was a little chilly outside. I was glad that I at least had on a cardigan. We got off the plane and headed inside to grab our luggage. I was too nervous to talk. I wanted everything to go well. More than well, I wanted things to go perfectly.
There was no turning back now.
"Did the plane ride make you sick? You've been quiet ever since we landed." Zayn asked me as we waited for our bags to appear.
"No, I'm fine. I just want things to go smoothly." I admitted, as I grabbed my cell phone out of my bag. I checked to see if I had any messages. My mom texted me.
Mom: We sent a car for you. Your father and I are at the busy planning.
"My parents sent us a car. They are busy with planning the ceremony." I told Zayn as our luggage came around on the machine.
He went over to grab them and I helped. Once we had everything, we headed outside and looked around for the car. I saw a driver hold up a sign with my name on it.
I went up to him, "Hello, I'm (Y/n)."
"May I see some identification, please?" The driver asked and I nodded. I grabbed my wallet and let him see my driver's license.
"Thank you." He told me before he grabbed our luggage and started placing it in the car. Zayn and I got inside.
We had about twenty minutes before we were going to arrive at my childhood home. I wanted my parents to be the ones here to pick us up, but I was sort of relieved that they weren't. It gave me a little more time to compose myself.
The driver got inside the car and we made our way to my parent's house.
Zayn was on his phone texting someone. I wished that I knew who. It wasn't my place to know who he was talking to.
I looked out of my window at the sights that I hadn't seen in so long. I wished that I could've still resided in London, but I needed to escape from my mother's constant need to control my life. Moving to Paris was the greatest decision I made for myself.
When we pulled up to my parent's house, I saw that my brother's cars were in the driveway. Time for the charade to begin. Zayn opened the door and I got out after him. The driver got our luggage out of the trunk before shaking our hands and getting back into his car. Zayn and I headed up the driveway to the front door. I grabbed the spare key that my parents always kept under the mat by the door.
I unlocked the door and we stepped inside. I heard chatter in the kitchen.
"Hello?" I called out.
"Is that who I think it is?" I heard a voice say. I knew that it was Mark, one of my older brothers.
Mark and Easton came out from the kitchen. It had been a while since I had seen them. They came over and engulfed me with hugs. I missed my annoying brothers.
"How are you?" Easton asked me.
"I've been good. Guys, I want you to meet, Zayn. Zayn, this is Easton and Mark." I introduced them. Everyone always seemed to have trouble to know which twin was which, but I helped Zayn figure it out.
Easton is a little bit taller than Mark, but Mark has a birthmark on his neck.
Zayn held out his hand for them to shake and they did one by one, "Hello, it's nice to finally meet you both. (Y/n) has told me lots of stories about you two."
