The Children of One Direction - A One Direction Reunion Fan Fiction

Zayn

--Zayn--

*Paul's POV*

*10 minutes later*

So we finally arrived at Zayn's house after a 10 minute drive from Niall's. Thankfully Zayn's mom lets us in when we arrive. We explained to her that, yes Taylor is on a trip with her friends, but not the kind of trip she thought. Taylor told the her that she was going on a trip with her friends, but not to the full extent.

"So, what you're telling me is that my granddaughter is in a famous band and has been touring the world these past two months. And that her and her friends want to surprise their fathers in New York." Mrs. Malik said to clarify.

"Yeah, pretty much." Greg said.

"And who are these friends of Taylor's? Do I know them?" Mrs. Malik asked.

Greg and I looked at each other nervously before I spoke.

"There names are Ally Tomlinson, Marissa Payne, Emma Horan, and Darcy Styles." I told her as she stared at me with a blank look.

"And before you can say anything, yes they are the daughters of Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, and Harry Styles. And yes I'm Niall's brother. And yes, the boys have no idea about their daughters, hence why we're dragging them to New York to surprise them." Greg added.

She just stared at us blankly, processing what we just told her.

"You know the boys are going to flip out on all of you when they find out right? And not they're not going to flip out in a good way." Mrs. Malik said after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, we know." I replied.

"Okay, as long as you know. He's upstairs in his room." Mrs. Malik stated before pointing towards the stairs.

Well, that was easier than expected.

"Actually, we were sort of hoping you would help us out." Greg said nervously.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Malik asked in confusion.

"Well, you see, it will be suspicious if either of us go in there and ask him to come out. But if you go in there and ask him to come downstairs, it won't look as suspicious and won't blow our cover." I explained.

"But what if he doesn't come downstairs?" She asked.

"That's where Paul comes in." Greg replied as she gave us a confused look.

"I'll basically go in there throw him over my shoulder and carry him out to the car." I explained nonchalantly, causing a look from Mrs. Malik that I couldn't read.

"Oh, okay." Mrs. Malik said in a skeptical tone, but went upstairs with us closely behind her.

*Mrs. Malik's POV*

"So we'll stay out here and wait. If he doesn't come out in like five minutes, come and get me." Paul explained in a whisper once we reached Zayn's room.

I just nodded and headed into my son's room. Hopefully this works so Paul doesn't have to come in and drag him out.

Once I reached his side of the bed, I knelt down and stared at him for a moment before I started to speak.

"Hey Zayn, I need you to come downstairs for a few moments. Do you think you could do that?" I said to him, but there was no response. He just continued to stare off into space.

"Please Zayn, can you go downstairs. It's really important to me that you go downstairs." I begged.

Still no response.

I stayed there for five minutes, hoping he would move. But once I heard a soft knock on the door to his bedroom, I knew my time was up. I got up and walked over to the bedroom door and opened it. I nodded slightly, giving permission for Paul to pick him up and carry him out.

Once Paul had him over his shoulder, Zayn immediately started squirming, flailing, doing anything to get out of Paul's grasp. But that just caused his grip to get tighter, probably because he didn't want to drop him.

Once Paul was downstairs and out the door, I let out a small sob.

"Don't worry, he's going to be fine. I promise." Greg assured me.

"I hope so." Was all that I could say before going downstairs.

I really hope that he's right. I really hope that he's going to be okay.