Step

Chapter 1: Meeting the soon to be Step family

I pouted as I stared at my closet, looking for an outfit for tonight. I was meeting my mom's fiance and his four kids. I already had two younger sisters I didn't need four more siblings. But Yaser, my mom's fiancé, made her happy and in the end that was all I really cared about. I finally picked out a floral tank top, blue jeans, and a brown belt. I got dressed and braided my hair then went downstairs and waited for my mom and sisters to be ready to leave. I had two ten year-old sisters named Mila and Veronika but we all called her Nika. Most times my family and my best friends called me An (A/N pronounced On) or Ani (A/N pronounced On-knee). Finally they were ready and we got in the car to go to the restaurant. When we got there a middle eastern man was outside with a girl who looked like she was a year or two younger than me and another girl who looked to be around the twins' age. We all got out of the car and my mother walked over to the man.

"Yaser!"

"Jana! How are you my love?" he asked, kissing my mother's cheek.

"I'm well thank you darling. These are my lovely daughters. My oldest is Anissa," she paused and I waved. "Then the twins are Mila and Veronika." The twins both waved excitedly. Yaser smiled.

"Hello girls. These are my youngest two daughters Waliyah and Safaa. My oldest two aren't here yet," he explained. His daughters had waved as their father said their names. My sisters quickly made friends with Safaa but from the looks of it Waliyah didn't want to be here. Or she didn't like the fact that her father was getting remarried. We made our way inside and got seated. Yaser made sure the restaurant knew that two more people would be joining us. Everyone chatted amongst themselves for a few minutes when two people walked over and Yaser grinned.

"Sorry we're late Daddy. I couldn't get sleepy head out of bed," the girl said, kissing her father's cheek. I looked over at her, she was a very pretty girl. I looked at her brother and my jaw dropped. It was Zayn Malik.

"It's okay love. I know how you're brother can be," Yaser replied. "I'd like you two to meet my fiancée, Jana, and her daughters Anissa, Mila, and Veronika. Girls, these are my oldest two, Doniyah and Zayn." I snapped out of my thoughts quickly enough to smile and wave at the late arrivals. Zayn smirked slightly when he saw I was in a bit of shock. Doniyah sat next to Waliyah leaving the only empty seat left next to me. Zayn walked over and smiled.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi..." I mumbled. He was about to say something when Waliyah gasped.

"Wait Dad did you say fiancée?" she asked. Yaser looked at her confused.

"Yes why?" he asked. She stood up and ran away from the table. The Maliks left at the table looked around confused. Yaser went to stand up but I stopped him.

"I got it," I said and got up, following where I had seen Waliyah go. I found her leaning against the restaurant, sitting on the ground outside. I sat next next to her, not saying anything. She looked over at me.

"He didn't even come after me?" she mumbled.

"If you're talking about your dad, he wanted to. I stopped him. I wanted to talk to you first if you don't mind." She shook her head, looking at me confused as to why I wanted to talk to her. "I don't know how much you know about my family so I'm gonna start from the beginning. My dad left when I was seven years old shortly after my sisters were born. The best thing that man ever did was leave divorce papers sitting on the kitchen table. All they needed was my mom's signature. She waited a few years before she signed them. I guess she hoped he'd come back. I can't blame her though because I hoped that too. She finally signed them about five years ago when I was 12. She dated a few guys but they were all losers. Then last year my mom started dating this guy named Yaser. She never brought him round but her entire attitude changed whenever he texted or called. My mom was happier over all. But when she told me she was engaged I was still upset about it. It's weird imagining your parents with someone else no matter how happy the new person makes them. But I got over being upset because I saw how happy your dad made her," I explained, telling her everything.

"She makes my dad happy too," she replied softly. "And I want my dad to be happy but I was just surprised to find out."

"He didn't tell you before dinner tonight?"

"I'm sure he did I just tuned it out because I didn't want to believe it. I guess I still had hope my parents would get back together."

"I think all kids of divorce hope for that no matter how realistic it is. I mean look at me my dad ran off and I still hoped they'd get back together," I said giggling. She cracked a smile and nodded. "You okay now?"

"Yeah, thanks Anissa," she said, standing up. I stood up as well and smiled.

"Call me Ani," I replied. We walked back inside and sat down. Yaser mouthed thank you to me and I nodded.

"Is she okay?" Zayn asked me quietly. I nodded to him and sipped my drink. The rest of dinner went smoothly. Zayn even said that maybe next time he'd see if Perrie or any of the other boys could come and we could meet them. That literally made my night. I was a huge fan of One Direction. We were having a small get together for my eighteenth birthday in a few weeks and I told them that I'd love it if they all could come. Eventually we all left. Doniyah, Waliyah, and Zayn all followed me on Twitter since I don't have a cell phone. As soon as we got home I ran up to my room and plopped on my bed. I met Zayn Malik today. I squealed quietly and grinned.

Dedication for this chapter goes to @Broken_Porcelain because she's amazing and I love her!