For The Love Of A Daughter♥ A Zayn Malik Love Story

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i heard the song i had fallen asleep to still quietly playing in my ears. it was the weekened, so i was glad to be able to wake up on my own time. singing for hours each day really does get tiring.

i sat up and sighed in pleasure as i stretched my muscles, achy from sleep. i cracked my neck and stood up, walking to the bathroom.

i had fallen asleep in my clothes from the previous day, so i threw on some grey sweatpants and my black soccer sweatshirt. my hair looked like a giant fuzzball, so i threw it up into a messy bun. makeup had smeared all over my face from my tossing and turning, so i quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth.

i slid on my black fuzzy mocasins and happily walked down the stairs with my iphone.

"hey sweetheart" i heard a familiar voice say.

oh my god.

"MOM!" i yelled, latching onto her body with all my might, afraid she could dissapear at any moment.

i looked to her right to see my brother joe and my nephew jesse.

"hey broski!" i yelled, doing our handshake.

"why's jesse with you guys?" i quizically looked at my 6 year old nephew, gazing into his sad blue eyes. he reminded me a lot of niall. they had the same big eyes, and crooked grin.

"i'll tell you about it later" she said quietly to me.

i smiled and hugged my nephew that had basically grown up with me. we fostered him since he was four because his mom had issues with drugs and getting stuck in the wrong crowd, so in a ways im glad we have him.

"well, how about we all go out for breakfast!?" my mom said happily.

i cant remember the last time i saw my mom.

i had been angry with her for not keeping in contact with me, but all of those feeling faded when i came in contact with her happy green eyes. i missed her so much, and my brother too. after all, they were my family.

my dad walked out of his bedroom in an outfit similar to mine.

we were just going out to breakfast so i dont think we needed to look fancy.

as we began to walk out the door, i was greeted by zayn who i presume was walking up to knock on my door.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" i said, trying to shield him from my mom knowing what she would do.

"oh, whos this" my mom said happily walking up to zayn and i.

great, just what i was trying to keep from happening.

"um, this is zayn, zayn; this is my mom, Becky" i said, introducing them to each other.

"nice to meet you ma'am" he said, outstretching his hand respectfully.

well, at least he knew how to act around parents.

"the pleasures all mine sweety." she said with a smile. it was coming, i could feel it.

"would you like to come to breakfast with us?" she asked happily.

"id love to" he replied sweetly.

there it was. SHE ALWAYS INVITES PEOPLE TO GO WITH US. not that i minded i guess, zayn was my best friend and he should probably meet my parents.

he walked up to my dad and they did this wierd 'bro hug' thing as they started talking about this years soccer teams.

well, things are going better than expected.