Halfway Across The World (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

(A/N): Remember, everything italicized that Yaser, Zayn, or one of the servants say is meant to be in Urdu but that's the translation to English. Also, the words with asterisks (*) are Pakistani words whose meanings are written below the announcements! Thanks to those who read😘

While Saleema and Mariam were at Yaser's mansion, keeping it clean, washing the silverware, and Mariam studying for her courses, Yaser had arrived in America.

He arrived in the L.A. airport, where he was waiting for his wife, Tricia, to pick him up.

He took out his iPhone, and searched for her name. When he came across the name, he clicked on it and pressed the call icon.

The phone rang for awhile, which led him to become worried.

After one more, he decided to give up until he heard a familiar voice. "Hello?" the woman said.

"Hi, I'm at the airport waiting for you both." he sighed impatiently.

"Turn around," the woman chuckled, hanging up leaving Yaser confused.

Yaser turned only to see a crying Trisha and a bored Zayn.

Yaser rolled his luggage over to the two, and as he approached Tricia, set down his bags, embracing her in a tight, long hug.

"Yaser!" Tricia squealed against his ear.

"Tricia."

Yaser opened his eyes only to see Zayn on his phone...

"Zayn," Yaser said, releasing Tricia.

"Dad.." Zayn trailed off.

"Every time I come to America, you're always on your phone! Texting!" he scolded the recently legalized adult.

"Well, every time you come to America, mum ends up in tears, and it gets annoying..." Zayn huffed.

"Zayn." Tricia warned.

Zayn rolled his eyes, walking over to his dad, and hugging him lightly. There was no love in it. No embrace. Just a pat on the old man's back.

"Are you going to be staying the whole summer?" Tricia asked as Yaser put his arm over her shoulder while Zayn carried the luggage. Zayn was strong, he worked out almost everyday.

"I always do," Yaser smiled.

"Greeeaaaatttt.." Zayn exaggerated.

Yaser and Trisha sighed at the same time. They both knew how ill-tempered Zayn was.

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They took Yaser home to the mansion they owned. Zayn unloaded Yaser's luggage, putting it into the garage.

Yaser thanked Zayn, and went inside to the vacant home.

Trisha didn't own any servants. In America, it was quite uncommon to have servants.

Yaser took a seat on the dusty couch, that was only used for guests.

"Get up! Those are for guests." Tricia giggled, taking a seat next to Yaser.

"Am I not a guest in this house?" Yaser teased.

"No, you're family." she said, putting her head on his shoulder.

Yaser loved Tricia very much. Usually in Pakistan, everybody got arranged marriages. Yaser and Trisha had met in college when Yaser was sent to London for his studies.

Tricia had completely fallen in love with Yaser, and he felt the same way. When she had proposed the idea of getting married, he said he'd have to ask his parents first. He asked, and being the stubborn people they were, they declined.