Can It Be Real? (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 1

Bhrielle P.O.V

"Zayn this isn't funny." I said, and I'm getting annoyed now. Zayn loves scaring the living hell out of me and after watching 'The Women in Black 2' I'm really not in the mood.

It's Friday night and my Dad was out working late. I got bored and I called Zayn over to chill and have fun but he decided to play this fucking movie and I just want to strangle him.

"Zayn I'm serious" I said walking down the hallway and I absolutely hate these wooden floor and how they creek when you walk.

"Boo!" Zayn jumped on top of me flipping us over the couch and I ended up on the floor almost hitting my head on the coffee table.

"What the hell?!" I screamed at him trying to slap him but he holds my wrist in his hands and laughs.

"Stop laughing that's not funny" I say serious and getting up kicking Zayn's shin in the process.

"Ow!" He said hopping on one foot. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the big tub of 'Ben & Jerry's' ice cream and pulling out two spoons for the both of us.

He followed me sitting on the stool besides the kitchen island and grabbed a spoon.

"Are you mad?" He asked me looking at my grey eyes as I stare into his brown ones.

"No duh" I say flinging ice cream to his forehead.

"Don't start a fight you won't win" he tells me shoving a spoon of ice cream into his mouth.

"Ok ok" I say.

I decided to get serious instead of playing around actually talk to him. Me and Zayn had been best friends since 8th grade and were in 11th now. Time goes by fast and I realized that after my little brother died. But that's a whole other story I will get into later because if I do now I'm pretty sure I'll cry.

"How's your mom?" I asked him and he hesitated before answering.

"She's ok, working late as always what about your dad how's he?" I don't even know how to respond to that.

My mom died in 9/11 and I'm thankful that he didn't end up abusive like most people do after they lost there loved ones but he had to be strong for me, my 3 younger sisters and my 4 older brother but now 3. After my little brother Manny died my dad well he hides his emotions and when ever we asked if he was ok he would change the subject or walk away from the conversation.

"He's been........better" I say and try to think of better things I can say to cheer up Zayn. His parents have been fighting a lot and he'll usually call me asking if he can crash for the night and I had to sneak him in from my dad or he'll get the wrong impression.

"Are you going to stay the night?" I asked him and he stayed silent and j assumed he was thinking.

"Maybe, I'm not to sure yet" he said.

I hate seeing Zayn like this it breaks my heart seeing him all lost but I give him my shoulder to cry on but he does what my dad does and bottles up his emotions.

I sighed and put the lid back on the tub of ice cream sticking it back in the freezer.

"I'm gonna head home Safaa or Waliyha might need me" he says grabbing his leather jacket and giving me a hug before putting it on.

"I'll text you when I get home ok?" He tells me and I nod.

"Bye Bhrielle" he says leaving through the front door and he hopped on his motorcycle before speeding off into the road.

I was all alone in a big empty house by myself.

I miss my other half. And when I say other half I literally mean my other half.