Irresistible (A Zayn Malik love story)

This is a Zayn Malik fan fiction.
A 16 year old orphan named Amber has been an orphan for most of her life. Her life is suddenly about to change when she finds out that she is finally being adopted. The problem is, she has a major crush on her new foster brother Zayn Malik. But Zayn's band mate, Harry Styles, also has a crush on Zayn's new foster sister.


1. The Orphan

    AMBER'S P.O.V.:

    "Amber Crawford, please report to the lobby this instant," booms the loudspeaker in to my bedroom. "Uggghh, what does that witch want now," I mumble to myself. I place my notebook to the side and I place my black ball-point ink pin in the back pocket of my jeans.  I sit up from my bed. Laying on this bed feels like laying on a stack of hay. I have gotten use to this feeling of the bed for 1 year, so it is actually pretty comfortable. I place my feet on the cold hardwood floor. I slid in my socks across the floor to my closet and I slip on my blue fuzzy slippers. I stumble out of my room and I start to walk down the 15-16 year old hallway.

    (The orphanage is split up into 7 categories. the 1-6 year olds sleep on the 1st floor. the 7-8 year olds sleep on the2nd floor. 9-10 on the 3rd. 11-12 on 4th. 13-14 on 5th. 15-16 on the 6th. And last, the 17 year olds or older on the top floor. I am 16 years old, so I sleep on the 6th floor.)

    I walk past my neighbor Tina's room. Tina is probably my only real friend here at the orphanage. All of the seventeen year olds look at me like an unwanted little whore.(I could say the same thing about them lol.) On my first day here, I was tripped in the hallway by a tall, skinny, tan blond girl. Her name was Kim. I could tell that Kim hated me since the first time I saw her. For some reason It is only the girls that pick on me. The guys, well, they kinda, how do I say this... they kinda sexually harass me. I would be walking out to get the mail for Tina and I and one of the 16 year old guy would slap my ass. I have let it slip by a few times, but it has gotten worse each day.

    As for the little ones. They all adore Tina and I. We are the only upper class men who actually care about them. Others would complete ignore them, or even worse bully them. Every moment Tina and I have, we would go to either the 3rd, 4th, or 5th floor to hang with the 9-14 year olds. This one 12 year old. She is so special to me. Her name is Valerie. She reminds me of myself when I was her age. She has Strawberry-blond hair that goes past her shoulders. Her Emerald green eyes fill with joy every time she sees me. I treat her like she is my own little sister, and she treats me like I'm her older sister.

    I hop on the elevator and I head down to the lobby. 

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