Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 82. Anchor.

Chapter 82

*changes POV two times*

Mia's POV

"Morning," a cheery voice greeted me as I entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, Waliyha'" I smiled at the girl who was making what looked like scrambled eggs on the stove. She was up rather early. Didn't teenagers usually sleep til noon these days? "Am I saying your name right? I'm afraid I'm pronouncing it wrong."

"No, you're saying it right," she chuckled.

Waliyha was a little shorter than me, her height stopped right below my shoulder. Her face was rather small, her nose kind of pointy, her eyes brown and beautiful just like her brother's.

But there was something different about her today.

As I walked over to raid Zayn's stainless steel fridge, she watched me with careful glances but I pretended as if I didn't notice her observing me, keeping my focus on what to eat.

"Did you want some eggs, Mia? I can make you some," She offered.

"Uh, no. It's okay..I'll just have some .." I took a moment to search the fridge again. "Juice." I grabbed the carton of OJ from the middle shelf and poured myself a glass.

As I gulped down the refreshing drink, there was a quick clattering of dishes behind me before Waliyha flew out of the kitchen, yelling out to me that she was going to eat her breakfast in her room.

Well, that was quite odd.

It wasn't long before another person stumbled into the room, the simple sight of him caused my muscles to tense. I tried to make as little eye contact as possible as he made his way over to brew a pot of water to make some tea, I was guessing.

Even in the morning, he was already dressed up and ready to go. I was still in my pajamas. Was he going somewhere?

"How'd you sleep?" I forced myself to ask as I placed the OJ back to where it belonged.

"Fine," he stated, although the circles under his eyes told me otherwise. "You?"

"Good," I nodded, walking over to the sink to rinse out my glass cup. "You have somewhere to be today?"

"Yeah, I have to head to the studio. Recording stuff, you wouldn't find any of it interesting."

Instead of arguing with him, which I really wanted to say that I would find it interesting, I swallowed the urge to. Fighting so early in the morning was probably not the wisest decision since his sister was just down the hall. With nothing else to say, plus I needed to get dressed myself, I padded around the counter, mentally putting my outfit together in my head.

"But you're coming along," he added.

I turned my heel so that I could face him as he prepared his tea.

"I am?" I asked, and he nodded. "Why?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Because I don't see why not. Staying in this place is probably suffocating you as it is. Waliyha can come too, if you want. You two can .. bond or whatever."

"Okay," I answered, unsure of my own reply. I continued to my room, dumbfounded that I didn't protest or make a remark about his somewhat arrogant attitude.

I scoured through my disorganized clothes in the top drawer for a plain white shirt and the middle one for a pair of jeans. As soon as I changed, I tied my hair into a ponytail and threw on some quick concealer and powder. Maybe I'd bring a jacket with me. It was getting chillier since winter was soon approaching. It did snow a tiny bit this morning.