"I know him from my childhood. His family and my family were close!" I told Yaser.
Lie #1.
"So, he's in your grade?"
"Yes."
Lie #2.
"I'll let you walk with him a few more times but that's it, Mariam. I can't let you walk so far just so that you can be with that boy. Zayn will pick you up starting next week and that's final." Yaser replied.
My face slowly turned to the smirking man looking at his father in the corner of the room.
I did not want to have him pick me up.
The weekend had been fast and unproductive. I found myself designing new looks for my clothes, homework, cleaning, homework, and more cleaning.
I was excited for today's school day to end. Every Monday, my friends and I would play cricket. I might even invite Sahil today.
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The school day ended as I walked outside with my friends and a grin on my face.
"Mariam!" a familiar voice called.
"Hey, Sahil!" I exclaimed, coming closer to his figure.
"So, are we walking home or.. are you getting picked up?" he asked.
"Actually, today my friends and I play cricket. You wanna come?"
"Yeah, but you should know I play the fastest ball," he chuckled to himself.
Beep Beep.
I turned my head towards the direction of the honk. It came from none other than Zayn Malik.
"Zayn? Why are you here?" I yelled.
"I thought I was your ride."
"What does that even mean?"
"I mean, I thought I was taking you home!" he yelled a bit louder.
"I play cricket on Mondays."
"With who?" he squinted, sizing Sahil up and down.
"Some friends, just go home!" I yelled.
"Well, Yaser says I'm in charge of you so I guess that means I'll have to come with you."
I let out an annoyed sigh.
I began walking with Sahil.
"Aye, in the car now." Zayn called.
"What, why?" I asked.
"You heard me, as person in charge, I'm ordering you and your strange boyfriend to get in the car." Zayn chuckled at his subtle joke.
"What?" Sahil asked.
"He wants us to get in the car." I translated.
"Why?"
"He's coming with us," I said, annoyed.
"Okay."
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Zayn's POV
"Hit a sixer!" the small girl yelled.
I had no idea what this so called game was and how to play it. Apparently, Mariam and her friends did this shit every week... What am I doing with my life? Why am I here with a bunch of kids 3 years younger than me.. I should be living my life.
"Let's go," I called to Mariam.
"We've only played three games," she argued.
"That should be the end of the game." I sighed.
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Halfway Across The World (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)
RomanceMariam has been working as "The Help" since she was 5 years old with her mother and aunt. In Pakistan, it was common for people to have servants. Yaser Malik has owned many servants considering his major wealth, but he wasn't like other owners. He w...
