Change Your Ticket

Someone is eager to help

A/N: Finally a new chapter :) Hope u like it! 

Zayn's POV

"Dad, Harry, Harry, Dad", I introduce the two, pointing to each of them, even though I am quite aware that that isn't really necessary.

"Nice to meet you, Sir", Harry speaks first, holding out his hands for my dad to shake. My dad's gaze seems to be ranking over Harry's body from head to toe, lingering on his face for a little longer, before finally shaking Harry's hand.

"Welcome, boy. And it's Yaser", is all that he says, but I know my dad, there is this weird smirk hidden on his face. Harry probably doesn't see it, for which I don't blame him. However, this expression of my dad's represents his approval, which in all honesty, I wouldn't think Harry would get within the first few minutes. Of course, dinner would have sealed the deal, after that my dad would have been mesmerized with Harry, I am sure about that. It might have been Harry's adorable coy smile that made my dad see his promising character.

"Shall we have some waffles, now?", my mom disrupts the brief silence.

"Oh, but we shall", Safaa eagerly pulls at my mom's sleeve, Waliyha, no surprise, is already seated at the table. I follow my parents in to the dining room, Harry and Doniya, who has apparently not yet met up with her friends and decided to stay for waffles, follow behind. While I am taking a seat next to Waliyha, Harry is being dragged by Doniya, therefore sitting in between Safaa and her. Wanting to make sure that Harry feels alright, I slightly nod at him, beckoning that he is wonderful and that my dad certainly likes him. Harry only sends me a warm smile, before getting engaged in a conversation with Safaa, who probably bores him with stories about her dolls or something stupid she and her friends have done. Nonetheless, I am mesmerized by seeing her and Harry. He seems to take no notice of my stalking, since he just sincerely nods along to what Safaa is telling him about, occasionally his eyes widen and then he is smiling brightly, seeming to be amused and happy.

"Quit the fond staring, Zayn", Waliyha suddenly mumbles teasingly into my ear, "It's a bit creepy." Somehow this observation of hers makes me blush, which I barely do, but I somehow feel busted now. So, I slowly turn my head towards her, sending her a menacing glare, which probably does not look so menacing, but rather foolish.

"Oh, I'm sorry", she giggles, "but it's one of the rare times I can make fun of you. You are so fucking wrapped around his finger."

"Wali!", I try to hush her down, but also have to smile, because she has gotten that part right.

"It's okay big brother", she pads my shoulder briefly, "he seems like a good one."

"Yeah", I sigh, agreeing, then adding, "not that I need your approval or anything."

"Whatever", she huffs, then turning away from me, while I am once again stuck with staring at the curly haired in front of me, who still isn't paying me any attention. That little fucker! Can't he look at me once? I am dying here for his attention.

"So how exactly have you guys met now?", my father suddenly questions rather loudly, so that all the other conversations come to a halt. I look at Harry as if to ask if I should answer, but he has his eyes focused on my dad, a coy smile plastered on his face, as he answers: "Well, I was on vacation with my best mates Louis and Niall and we stayed in the same hostel room as Zee", he goes beet red at that point, stuttering out, "Ehm...Zayn and Liam. And well we kinda hung out as a group. And..."
"Then decided to just hang out the two of us", I finish for him, "and the rest", I then face both of my parents directly, stating smugly, "is none of your business."