Undignified (Zayn Malik)

Chapter three -

Zayn had returned home that evening with Waliyah, they both looked exhausted. They had to take a bus from the rich estates to the multicultral area. The bus system was very dodgy going into the multicultral area but Waliyah knew Zayn would always look after her. 

The roads were full of rubbish and clutter, the schools in the area were full of graffit and well ill-managed, compared to where Elizabeth lived it was a dump. 

Zayn and Waliyah called this place home but after spending a day at the rich estates they could feel the difference hit them hard. It wasn't fair just because they were multicultrals meant everything was worse off for them. They got a much poorer education which meant none of them could escape poverty if they wanted to. 

Zayn sighed he knew he would be destined to be a worker for a rich family all his life.

'Hello mum,' He smiled as they entered their small flat, the wallpapers were tattered and the carpet stained. it was awfully small but they had learned to make do. 

She hugged them both. 

'Oh my sweet darlings,' Zayn's mother said while hugging her children. 

'How was your day at work?' She asked. 

'Normal,' Zayn shrugged. 

As they ate on their small table, Waliyah complained about Penny and his mum said all white people were like that. It was usual a multicultral complaiing about their employer he heard it on the bus and all around the street./ It was a very common thing to hate your employer. 

But Zayn found it hard to hate Elizabeth even if he tried, he had not known her long but she seemed nice, she seemed different. 

He could not yet identify what feelings he had for her but in her he saw a friend, he didn't feel scared of her and fo rthat he was grateful. 

'I see Elizabeth as a friend rather than a boss,' Zayn saids while stirring the moldy soup. 

'A multicultral a friend with a white person, never heard that before,' Zayn's mum said. 

'She isn't that bad,' Zayn shrugged. 

'Even so...once she gets married to a rich white man see how she changes,' 

But Zayn couldn't imagine her being any different or mean she was too nice, was he being too optimistic and living in a fantasy world if eh thought she would be different? 

The comment his mother made of Elizabeth getting married to a rich white man hadn't made Zayn feel angry at first but that night he lay in his hard and half-broken bed and while the rats in the wall made their  twitiching noises he started to feel angry at the thought of Elizabeth marrying...why was that so?

The next morning as he and Waliyah were waiting for the bus he saw Aarya, he gave her a friendly smile and she gave him an enthusastic one back. 

'Hi Zayn!' She chirped. Zayn saw she was wearing a maid's uniform and he couldn't help but frown she was so smart and if she wasn't a multicultral she would be anything she wanted but because of her skin she had one job destined for her no matter how smart she was. 

Zayn remembered he used to fancy Aarya so much, she was his childhood crush. He remembered sneaking a kiss from her behind the school gate and writign a very bad poem for her when he was 13. 

The feeling had toned down alot but even so he imagined himself marrying Aarya, it wasn't a bad thing and it probably would happen as their families were so close but why did he not like the idea of it? years ago it would have been a dream come true. Now everything had changed.