Kissing you. Zustin.
A story about two men, filled with romance, comedy, and drama. Read at your own risk if you are ready to be the part of the international celebrity and the heartthrob's love affair.
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"Oohh... ooh..." Sophia was jumping on the rolling chair trying to remember a song badly.
"Your time is clocking," Zayn said tapping his wristwatch in amusement as he watched his kids with that parental soft look in his eyes that always came when he saw them happy.
"I am trying to remember Papa."
"Ali you go. Your sister is running low on her memory cells today." Zayn joked teasingly and looked at his youngest with a smile playing on his lips.
"How could you saas on your own daughter's intelligence. That's so..."
"See." Zayn pointed at his daughter when she trailed off from the sentence. "...running low."
"But it's Sophie's turn. I will go after her." The shy one giggled when his father and sister playfully made weird faces at each other.
Zayn and Sophia had woke up late as it was there free day and they could practically do anything from eating in bed and not waking up till the Monday morning if they truly wanted to be slobs. Sophia had gone to her and Ali's to wash up. Zayn did same brushing his teeth and taking a shower in his room. Ali woke up even late from these two almost after two hours when the father and daughter were ready and had eaten their breakfast.
They were too lazy to do anything and Zayn knew if they cooped up in the flat even a second longer they will for sure never leave the house. So he took them to the studio to edit his song, he was working on just yesterday. It wasn't hard to convince the kids; they loved it when Zayn sang. They were his biggest fan. They always insisted on buying Zayn's any type of merchandise; from a perfume, stationary, headbands to sweatshirts, they had everything. At first, Zayn found it creepy to find his own face on the magnet stuck on the refrigerator but then he got over it looking at his kids gushing over him singing.
He booked the studio room for himself for the day. There were many questions from Helena but Zayn had decided to not tell anyone about Ali's situation in school. He dodged her questions very skilfully like a true parent in crisis. George tipped his fedora hat at the kids and said to just call him if he was needed and to take care of his machines around the little munchkins. Jason gave him a very long suspicious look over Ali attached to him like a koala clinging to tree and Sophia in the studio and not going crazy for her education. Actually, everyone who knew Sophia was surprised that she didn't bring her homework with her.
Currently, he was in demand. It was decided that Ali and Sophia would sit on the uncomfortable rolling chairs which were too big for them, and pick a song for Zayn to sing. Ali had only ever heard Zayn's song and some of the other artists from the radio but he didn't recognize them, so he always ended up picking up a nursery rhyme. Zayn had a hard time singing them but after getting into the jam he started singing and even enjoying the cute remedy stanzas of poems. Sophia was having blast; she had made Zayn sing so many songs that he was confused if Ali's turn ever came.
