Cold Comfort »Z.M.« ✔️

42."See, you understand me pretty well, brother."

   Their mom comes in the kitchen. Her eyes meet mine and then she looks at both of them.

"He... Is Rodger," she says pointing at who I thought is Rodger, "And he is Zayn." she says. I smile.

"Mum! You shouldn't have said that! We tried to confuse her!" Rodger whines.

"Well, she guessed right when I actually got this wrong." Safaa giggles.

"Actually interesting way you test me. Now I'll tell him every secret moment." Zayn winks at me. I frown.

"Don't." I quietly mumble.

"Zayn, you tell you lose, Kayla's the best girl you've ever had and I bet that also the best you'll ever get. You don't even deserve her." Safaa defends me. He raises both his hands.

"Fine, girls, don't fight me, I'll win anyway." Zayn chuckles. I hit Rodger's arm.

"Ow! What did I do?" he whines holding his now sore spot.

"You didn't." I smirk at him. He glares at Zayn. Zayn chuckles.

"Great, Kayla loves to-" I shut him up by intereupting him,

"Zayn, you don't want me to tell them your most embarrassing moments, do you?" I smile at him. He smirks at me.

"You got me there, girl." he whispers. I giggle. His phone begins to ring so he looks down at the caller id. Picks up.

"Hey, Malcom. Calling the wrong brother, eh?" Zayn chuckles. I look at Rodger. He's tapping on a phone. It looks like mine... I check my pockets.

"Hey! Is that mine?" I shockingly ask. He looks up at me and begins to laugh.

"You noticed only now?" he asks, placing it down on the table. I take it and check what he did.

"Yes and... What the hell did you do?" I mumble. He takes it again and opens messages. He sent bunch of messages to a lot of people, even unknown numbers!

"Some of my friends have got your number now." he smiles. I frown at him.

"At least I'll know your friends now." I smile. He smiles back.

"Ok, are you two done?" Zayn asks placing the phone down. Rodger raises both his eyebrows at him.

"Zayn got jealous... Oh my god, is this happening for real?" Rodger whisper-yells. Zayn rolls his eyes.

"Fine, do your cheer dance, tell it to everyone, I'm done with guys trying to get my girl." Zayn mumbles. I place my hand on his and smile.

"They won't get me anyway cause I'm yours." I say. He leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back, but soon enough pull away.

"Love you." he whispers. I nod and look at Rodger who's excitingly texting his friends. Probably about Zayn getting jealous so easy.

"Mum, we'll go out now. See you later. Safaa, you can come if you want." Rodger says as he stands up.

"Really?" Safaa asks with a small smile, hope in her little brown eyes.

"No." Rodger answers and leaves the kitchen. I stand up with Zayn.

"He's just joking, you can." Zayn tells her. We leave to the corridor. I wear my shoes. Rodger is already waiting for us outside.

"I thought we only came to meet your parents." I whisper to Zayn.

"Well, hang out a bit as well." he smiles innocently. Safaa comes as well. They both wear their shoes and we go outside. A guy who once was in Turkey is standing in front of Rodger. Oh well, how interesting.

"Hello there, Kayla." he smirks as he sees me.

"Fuck you." I answer in Turkish. He chuckles.

"Your fiancée would kill me if we did that." he answers in english.

"Hm, we're in deadly relationships here, aren't we?" Rodger asks. I roll my eyes.

"No. Her ex is my best mate and she probably hates each of his friends now." he answers. I shrug.

"Not at all. You're okay." I answer and take Zayn's hand in mine.

"And that is why you basically told me 'fuck you'?" he asks. I nod.

"Wait, you're from Turkey?" Rodger asks me. I nod.

"I lived there for a while, I'm back though." I answer. Kiyah's eyes widen.

"Wait, you're not going back to Turkey anymore?" he asks. I shrug.

"Since I got engaged, I don't think so, no." I answer. He chuckles.

"Mm, wanna see Chris' reaction since he wanted to get back together with you." he says and takes out his phone. Rodger chuckles.

"Chris. Seriously? You were together with Chris?" Rodger asks. I nod.

"Just because he was the only one who I trusted. Besides Zack." I answer. He raises his eyebrows.

"Hey, I begin to like you, you know a lot of my friends." he tilts his head. I raise my finger.

"Zack is my cousin." I giggle. His eyes widen. He looks at Zayn.

"You better watch her." he whispers. Zayn groans. I raise one eyebrow.

"Why's that?" I ask Zayn. He glares at Rodger, but then looks in my eyes.

"To translate him straight forward, he said I should treat you perfect or else he'll fuck you senseless until you fall out of love with me and start dating him." he answers. I almost choke. Almost.

"See, you understand me pretty well, brother." Rodger smirks. Zayn pulls me in his body.

"Ok, Chris said he would kill Zayn." Kiyah says in turkish. I wrap my arms around Zayn's torso.

"I will fucking torture him to death if he does that to my hunny." I mumble in english.

"I'll help you." he laughs. I giggle. When I let Zayn go he takes my small hand in his larger one, holding it tightly.

"I'll help you if it's alright with you both." Zayn smiles.

"You'll be dead." happens to come both from me and Kiyah. Zayn's eyes widen.

"You both won't kill me, right?" he asks. I shake my head since he's looking at me.

"Let's go, guys, I'm getting bo-"

"We're waiting for a few more people so you'll have to be patient, little." Rodger says. I smile at him. For some reason I begin to like him just as much as I like Zayn. They're like the same. WAIT... I look at Rodger's nose piercing. Then at Zayn's. They both have a nose piercing! Oh come on!

"Okay, who is who?" I groan. They both begin to laugh.

"Everything's fine, little, I'm Zayn." Zayn says. I nod and hug him. He hugs me back.

"Hey, hey, hey! Rodg, Zayn!" a guy shouts. I let Zayn go and turn around.

"Hi, Malcom." someone says behind me. I turn around. Oh no, they used the time when I turned around to stand besides each other and possibly mix. They greet their friends while I look at Safaa. She looks kind of sad.

"Hey. Why so sad?" I quietly ask. She looks at me. Smiles a bit.

"Just that I really want them to pay attention to me as well, but they never do. I'm surprised they even let me come with you, guys." she answers just as quiet. I smile.

"You're small, maybe that's why they do that." I answer. She giggles.

"You're nice. I like you." she says smiling widely. I smile back.

"Thanks. I like you too. And I hope I'll get to meet you more often." I tell her while she listens to me carefully. A small blush appears on her cheeks after that. So sweet!