The Malik Triplets

Chapter 5: They're Just Like Us

Zayn's P.O.V

The next few sleeves were individual dedicated to each girl. First was Leticia Rose, or Letty, as I read is her nickname. Rose must be her middle name. It had pictures of art works she has created. Some were paintings and others were drawings. Many extremely detailed, like on drawing of a tree that I noticed as the one from the front garden. Some looked messy or sloppy but definitely looked intended. At the bottom was several pictures of graffiti that she has designed on both computer program or on canvases. On the last sleeve dedicated to Letty was something I consider amazing.

"These are amazing" I exclaim out of disbelief. "Look at this one" I point one out to Perrie.

It was a graffitied one that had orange, lime green, light blue fading into dark blue, a dark red, yellow and black outline. The word 'Believe' written in bold black with the colours in the background, creating shapes and beautiful patterns. This is something I would love to create with such detail as Letty has.

Miranda laughed as she noticed which one we we're admiring. "That's Letty's favourite. She made it maybe two years ago but the original got ruined. She was devastated and all she has now is the pictures I took of it" Miranda informed us.

"It's amazing" Perrie gushes and I hum in response.

Perrie turns the next page to see Vexi's sleeve. In big, bold, cursive writing was Vexi Alexandra, again Alexandra must be her middle name. It had bits and pieces of drama items, like monologues that she has used when the orphanage put on performances. It also had designs of costumes and bits of materials and masks she has worn. And in the next sleeve had designs of everyday clothing and formal dresses. She had a detailed design of a sequenced jean jacket and next to it had a picture of a doll wearing the jacket she handmade and sequenced.

Perrie was amazed at the designs, most of them were clothing that definitely appealed to her. "Whoa" was all she could say. Even I was a little stunned by how good these were.

Miranda got up from her seat and walked to a glass cabinet. She opened the glass door and brought out a doll. It was the doll in the picture with the jean jacket.

"She's really good at paying attention to detail" she said handing Perrie the doll.

I watched Perrie's hand glides over the sequences and then the fine stitching of the hem of the jacket.

"She really does" Perrie said in amazement.

I turned the next page to reveal a few sleeves for Kyra Zia's work. The first sleeve contained pictures of Kyra dancing and on stage singing. There was a few with her playing the piano and guitar. The next sleeve amazed me the most. Sheet music of songs she has composed herself.

"Can I take these out?" Perrie asked.

Miranda just nodded.

Perrie puts down Vexi's doll and took out the sheets from that sleeve. It was an entire song with a beautiful melody. I only read the title before Perrie turned it towards her, making it hard for me to read. I watched Perrie's face as she read over the song. Her eyes began to tear up and only once she finished reading did one tear slip. She just looked up from the paper and without a word, handed me the sheets.

'Almost Is Never Enough' written by Kyra Zia. The words spoke such a painful bit beautiful language through song. It was hard to take in but really it amazed me that a thirteen year old had such a complex understanding of love. Whether that love was brought from heartache over her abandonment here or over something else, it truly made me want to cry. I didn't because I'm a man and I'm in front of two women but I was on the verge of crying.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Miranda asked.

"Absolutely" Perrie said with a sniffle.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and hugged her closer to me. After a brief moment of silence to take it all in, I placed the sheet music back inside.

"They're really talented" I comment out of disbelief.

"They sure are and they've always been really supportive of each other. Always encouraging each other to do their best. It's amazing how much they achieve purely from each other's support" Miranda seemed to have so much insight to these girls.

"They're so perfect" Perrie whispers just loud enough for us to just hear her. She then speaks a little louder, "It's funny how much they're like us and yet they're not even ours".

"Yet" I finish for her. She just smiles out of complete love and kisses my cheek.

"Well?" Miranda asks. "Are you sure they're the ones?".

"Definitely" we say in unison again.

"Ok, so anything else you want to know or questions?" Miranda asked as she crossed her legs together.

"Actually, we're both in famous bands and I think that maybe before we adopt them, our bands should meet them" I said looking at Perrie, asking for her thoughts.

"Yeah. Just to see if they get along and maybe to lessen the strangeness they're gonna experience when we take them home. Maybe to make them more comfortable" Perrie agrees.

"So can make another appointment and bring our band mates along?" I ask.

"That's fine and it would make them more comfortable but for now do you mind if we keep this between us. I mean not tell the girls incase something happens?" Miranda asks.

"Not that anythings gonna happen, but sure. I wouldn't want them getting all worked up or stressed out" Perrie says, already sounding like a mother.

"So when can u come back?" Miranda asks grabbing her diary from her desk to check her plans. Perrie and I grab out our phones and check our calendars.

"Um the boys don't have anything planned the day after tomorrow?" I ask Perrie.

"Sounds good for us" she nodded.

"Great. So say about two pm the day after tomorrow?" Miranda asks.

We nod in agreement and Miranda handed us a copy of the Triplets folder. Before we know it, we're on our way home. Our nerves completely gone, replaced by huge smiles and gleeful happiness.