Loved You Anyway [Zayn Malik]

1: Cheers To A New Miserable Life

 

Chapter 1:

Hazel POV:

Bradford. From all places in England, my beloved parents had to decide on moving to Bradford. What a shame to the Anderson's family name. I don't even know why my Father's parents let him move houses to Bradford. My Father, knew who lived in the area of Bradford that we were moving in. He knew perfectly. And right now, as much as I loved my father, I hated him, possibly as much as I loathed the Malik's.

My parents weren't much fans of hating, it wasn't one of their top priorities to dislike the Malik's. In fact, they didn't even care what they did to our family, back in the past. Oh, but my grandparents were and I was all ears to hear the unbelievable story. I was mainly brought up with my father's parents. I loved my grandparents to death, that was why I was practically brought up by them since I spent almost every day at their house instead of mine. I was an only child and since both of my parents worked, I had to spend every day with my grandparents but I didn't mind, like other teenagers do. They were my heroes and I counted them more like second parents to me, instead of grandparents.

Anyway, back to the present. The house movers had taken almost every furniture, except for mine, since I was getting a new room which was larger than my old bedroom. We were leaving in about twenty minutes and I was still packing my summer clothes into a huge suitcase. 

I've been dreading this day for a month and three days, to be exact. I wasn't going to miss my friends or boyfriend, because I had none since I was home schooled from the age of eight. I was going to miss my grandparents, obviously. They lived next door and my mother's sister, together with her husband and my cousin, who lived a few houses away from mine.

I groaned and dumped a shirt on top of the neat pile of summer clothes in the suitcase. I closed the  top flap and tried to zip it up but the zipper wouldn't budge due to the large amount of clothes inside. I sighed out heavily and stood in front of my bed, thinking. I climbed on top of it but fell backwards.

"Seriously!?" I mumbled and attempted to climb on the fat suitcase. I managed to sit down but I was too light for the top to decrease in size and maybe, just maybe, manage to reach down and catch the zipper between my fingers and zip it close. But as always, that was quite impossible. I heard a car ignition turning off in the driveway and I looked out of the window and recognized the red car parked in the driveway. My older cousin, Seth, walked out of the car, his dirty blond hair in his usual style, my aunt, which was my father's twin, walked out of the driver seat and hugged my mother, which had walked down the driveway to welcome her sister-in-law. My uncle, apparently, hadn't come. He was probably busy at work, as usual. I opened the window and bended forwards to look at the three of them.

"Seth!" I yelled and all three heads turned their heads upwards. Seth smirked and my mother looked at me disapprovingly.

"Hazel! Get your head back in there before you fall!" she yelled and I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

"Now, now, don't be so unrealistic mother," I said, sarcastically, turning my attention on my cousin. "You, get your ass up here and help me close the damn suitcase!"

He rolled his eyes and casually strolled towards the front door and out of sight. I looked back at my mother and aunt, they were both looking at me disapprovingly. I smiled and waved my hand at my aunt. She sighed and rolled her eyes, chuckling. On the other hand, my mother was still looking at me disapprovingly.

I heard my bedroom door opening. I turned around and noticed Seth walking into the room.  He looked at the large suitcase and sighed. "Do you really need all of these clothes?"