Malik's Daughter
Chapter 13 - Privacy Needed
Perrie's POV:
"Well, I expect to be home pretty late and Louis, no phone calls. I don't want you spying on us, got it?" I warned him.
He gave me a sneaky smile, "Sure, whatever you say," he said.
"I mean it!" I said.
"Alright! Alright." he gave in, smiling.
"Ok then. Bye!" I squeaked, making my way out the door.
I got into my car and drove the distance to Zayn's home. I remembered exactly where it was from when we were dating as clearly as if I'd been living there myself. When I got there, looking at his front door, so many memories came flooding back to me. Our first kiss had been on this very spot on the step at his front door. The night when we'd stayed up so late the sun had begun to rise by the time we fell a sleep also flashed in before my eyes. We had happily greeted our fans the next morning in his driveway. My eyes blurred as these fresh memories came flooding back to me. No. I wouldn't enter through Zayn's door looking like this. I told myself. I quickly wiped away the tears and took in a deep breath. I was ready.
I got out of the car and walked to his door. Hesitating for a few seconds, I finally got the courage to ring the doorbell. I sighed. It would be now or never.
Ellie's POV:
Ding Dong. The doorbell sounded.
"That's mum! That's mum!" I squealed, jumping up and down. in excitement.
"Yup, that must be her," Zayn said, getting up to get the door.
I followed him to the entrance hall, unable to keep my patience. He placed his hand on the door handle and hesitated for a few seconds.
"Go on! Open it!" I whispered, urging him.
He smiled, "If you say so," he said, pulling it open.
My mum stood on the doorstep, looking extremely nervous. I could tell she'd been crying, since her long eyelashes were wet with tear drops. Zayn stood on the other side of the door, staring at mum.
"Hello, Perrie," Zayn said.
"Hello Zayn," mum replied.
Well... this was awkward... and it was my job to make it a lot less awkward.
"Mum! Zayn! Are you guys going to stay here gazing at each other like lost little puppies all night? Cuz I'm STARVING!," I complained.
Ok, I meant it was my job to make it a lot less awkward for myself, not my parents. I think I just made it even more awkward for them. Oh well! Someone's got to break the ice.
"Um... right, uh... Ellie, how 'bout you go set the table. Your mum and I've got some things to sort out first," Zayn said.
"But the table's already set!" I whined, impatiently.
"Ok, then. Go serve the food," he said.
"But it's takeout!" I said.
"Right. Uh... go do something else, then," he said.
I groaned, walking out of the entrance hall, leaving my mum and Zayn alone to talk. I get it. They needed some privacy. But they never said anything about not spying. I smiled to myself. Whatever it was that they were going to sort out, I would find out. Maybe I'll also find out the truth about my father. I'm pretty sure it's Zayn, but confirmation is always good, right?
"Well, I expect to be home pretty late and Louis, no phone calls. I don't want you spying on us, got it?" I warned him.
He gave me a sneaky smile, "Sure, whatever you say," he said.
"I mean it!" I said.
"Alright! Alright." he gave in, smiling.
"Ok then. Bye!" I squeaked, making my way out the door.
I got into my car and drove the distance to Zayn's home. I remembered exactly where it was from when we were dating as clearly as if I'd been living there myself. When I got there, looking at his front door, so many memories came flooding back to me. Our first kiss had been on this very spot on the step at his front door. The night when we'd stayed up so late the sun had begun to rise by the time we fell a sleep also flashed in before my eyes. We had happily greeted our fans the next morning in his driveway. My eyes blurred as these fresh memories came flooding back to me. No. I wouldn't enter through Zayn's door looking like this. I told myself. I quickly wiped away the tears and took in a deep breath. I was ready.
I got out of the car and walked to his door. Hesitating for a few seconds, I finally got the courage to ring the doorbell. I sighed. It would be now or never.
Ellie's POV:
Ding Dong. The doorbell sounded.
"That's mum! That's mum!" I squealed, jumping up and down. in excitement.
"Yup, that must be her," Zayn said, getting up to get the door.
I followed him to the entrance hall, unable to keep my patience. He placed his hand on the door handle and hesitated for a few seconds.
"Go on! Open it!" I whispered, urging him.
He smiled, "If you say so," he said, pulling it open.
My mum stood on the doorstep, looking extremely nervous. I could tell she'd been crying, since her long eyelashes were wet with tear drops. Zayn stood on the other side of the door, staring at mum.
"Hello, Perrie," Zayn said.
"Hello Zayn," mum replied.
Well... this was awkward... and it was my job to make it a lot less awkward.
"Mum! Zayn! Are you guys going to stay here gazing at each other like lost little puppies all night? Cuz I'm STARVING!," I complained.
Ok, I meant it was my job to make it a lot less awkward for myself, not my parents. I think I just made it even more awkward for them. Oh well! Someone's got to break the ice.
"Um... right, uh... Ellie, how 'bout you go set the table. Your mum and I've got some things to sort out first," Zayn said.
"But the table's already set!" I whined, impatiently.
"Ok, then. Go serve the food," he said.
"But it's takeout!" I said.
"Right. Uh... go do something else, then," he said.
I groaned, walking out of the entrance hall, leaving my mum and Zayn alone to talk. I get it. They needed some privacy. But they never said anything about not spying. I smiled to myself. Whatever it was that they were going to sort out, I would find out. Maybe I'll also find out the truth about my father. I'm pretty sure it's Zayn, but confirmation is always good, right?
Notes
Here's chapter 13 guys! Thoughts?Sorry its a little short :P
Update
8/12/14