insane | zayn malik

Insane 3 | Cherish

Insane 3 | Cherish

As five months went by the two has been getting very close with each other. Their relationship has absolutely skyrocketed. It was now the first week of December and the couple was flying out to the United Kingdom. The reason behind it is because they are visiting Zayn's mother who lives in Bradford, which is his original hometown. Mori was eager to meet Zayn's mother. Just because she wanted to know who exactly raised this wonderful man she was blessed with. He was happy to see his mother, it's been way too long since they've been together.

"Darling, it seems like you're on cocaine from how much you've been bouncing around for the past couple of hours," Zayn hummed once they got into the back of the car.

"Take the stick out of her ass Zayn," she huffed putting her seatbelt on. Honestly, she was excited that they were in the UK.

"If I bend over will you do it for me?" He snickered immaturely.

Mori sighed shaking her head, "You really worry me sometimes."

He scoffed, "I should be saying that to you. God knows what you would have done to that flight attendance lady if I didn't hold you back."

"She was staring at you like she was about to devour your dick!" Mori whispered yelled—even though the driver could clearly hear her—with a bewildered look on her face. "Then the bitch had the nerve to say that you deserve someone better. And she said it right in front of me!"

"She was outta line for that," he chuckled.

"She's lucky that I didn't bust a cap in her big ass head," she mumbled crossing her arms over her chest and looking out the window.

"She is very lucky," Zayn murmured, but on the real he knew that she would've ended that flight lady attendance's life without a second thought.

"I would've pimped slapped that hoe and not give a fuck," she stated huffing out.

"I sure you would baby..but guess what?" He nudged her.

"What?" She looked at him.

"I love you," he told her grinning.

She melted, eyes lighting up and body becoming very warm at his words, "I love you too."

"I love you more," Zayn kissed her lips then smiled, cupping her cheek with his hand as he looked down to admire his precious girlfriend that he adores.

When the driver finally stopped at the address Zayn paid him and they both got out the vehicle. As their suitcases dragged against the sidewalk and up the steps, Zayn became a little nervous. He don't know why exactly but he felt something in his stomach just by being back here. This is where it all started at and all the memories came flooding back to him. He remembers his family living so happily. Everything was perfect before they moved away. Way before he witnesses his own dad being killed in front of him. But this is something completely different.

Zayn didn't even realize that he had knocked in the door. He was so deep in his thoughts and when he heard a familiar sweet voice it broke him out of his trance. There his mother stood with a wide and bright smile on her face. Looking beautiful as ever.

"My sonshine," Trisha Malik brought Zayn into a very tight hug. Squeezing him and greeting him in Arabic as he did the same. Pulling away she let them in since it was chilly outside. Trisha had noticed the beautiful black woman that was with her son. "You must be Mori."

Mori smiled nodding, then being pulled into a loving hug by the mother. At first she was hesitant, but surely wrapped her arms around Trisha to hug her. "It's nice to finally meet you. Zayn has told me so much about you," she hummed sweetly.