My Extended Family

Hi. I'm Layla. I'm 17 years young by the way. :) I'm Zayn's little sister. Its just us, I don't have any other siblings and I'm kind of excited because I get to meet Zayn's band tonight! I'm not real talkitive, so I hope his friends have a lot to talk about. I'm really happy for Zayn. I know he loves to sing and be with the boys and I just hope they'll like me as much as they like him... Zayn is a really good artist and I enjoy watching him draw. He is a really good DJ,too. I love to try to make my own mixes in the 'mix house' when Zayn's not around. Don't tell him though!!He'd probably kill me! That's all for now, got to go!


4. Mum's home! ;)

Layla's P.O.V.

I wake up on a chair in the living room.

"Uh?!" I ask. Then last night slowly comes back to me. I remember I was getting up for something and the doorbell rang. I went to the door and a boy was standing there. I asumed he was there for Z, who was out. I had told him and he had told me he had Z. I can't remember who it was. Z wasn't to drunk, he wasn't sober though. I had told the boy to set him on the couch and I must have crashed on the chair after he left. I sigh and look over to the couch. There is Z, still asleep on the couch. I smile and get up out of the chair. I go and grab my sketch book and some pencils.

I sketch a random picture and stare off into space. I'm not very good at drawing. Z is though. He's great! I start a second sketch and suddenly I can't see.

"Z?!" I call. I hear him laugh and I can see again.

"Oh, Z." I sigh.

"Yes?" He asks.

"You." I start and place my sketches on the floor next to the chair." Are. DEAD!" I scream and chase after him. He takes off and I chase him all over the house. We are right in front of the front door when it opens. I can't stop slidding on the wood in my socks and I crash into Z and we fall onto the floor.

"Zayn Jawaad Malik! Layla Ahlam Malik! What are you to doing?!" Mum cries.

"Umm..." I say quickly getting of Z and trying not to look like an entire idot.

"We were just playing a game, Mum." Z smiles at me and I give him a wicked look in return.

"A Game?" Mum questions. Not beleiveing us is as easy as saying 'no' to teen who wants money.

"Mum!" I whine and stand up. I out streach a hand to Z and he pulls himself up, almost nocking me over, and he catches me.

"Thanks." I smile an evil grin and bolt up the stairs.

"I wasn't done with you, Layla Ahlam!" Mum calls up to me.

"You can't just leave me here to explain!" Z calls up.

"Just did and my advice would be to RUN!" I laugh down to Z and slam my door and pick out an outfit to wear today. I hear Z slam his door a few seconds later and Mum calls up with a threat to be down there in ten minutes or no bruckfast. I go to the bathroom and take a shower. When I step out I realize that I don't have any of my cloths. I sigh and rap the towl tight around me and walk quickly to my room so I don't slip. I get dressed and dry my hair. My outfit is a white tank top with one of Z's, too small for Z, yet too big for me, hoodies that I've stolen. This one is gray and I really like it. Its super comfy! I pull on a pair of light blue skinny jeans and run my fingers through my hair one last time before I walk downstairs.

Z is already down at the table eatting a bowl of cereal and talking to Mum.

The phone rings and Z and I race to it like we always do. I get it and give Z a nasty smirk. He laughs and walks back to his cereal. Mum gives us a disapproving look, like always and goes back to chatting with Z.

"Malik's. Layla here!" I say in a sing song voice.

"Layla!" A boy on the other end laughs, "I was afraid Zayn was going off the deep end with his singing. This is Harry. I was wondering if I could talk to your brother for a minute."

"Sure, let me get him." I smile, forgetting Harry can't see me.

"Z! Harry wants to talk to you!" I yell as I walk to the kitchen.

"Thank you, Leah." Z smiles and slips the phone out of my hand.

"Harry! Waz' up?" Z asks as he heads up stairs to his room.

I pour myself a bowl of cereal and eat it while Z is on the phone. Mum looks up from some of her papers.

"I have to get going to work Layla. Tell the boys hi for me." She smiles and kisses my forehead. She gathers everything up and rushes out the door. It was June, but nice enough not to have a coat. I wash my dishes and go upstairs. I can stil hear Z talking to Harry on the phone.

The doorbell rings and I run down to answer it. I get to the bottom step and my sleeves fall so that I can only see the tips of my fingers. I sigh and keep walking to the door. I hate when that happens, because trying to get them to stay is almost impossible. I'm learning to like it better this way though.

I open the door and there stand Z's band mates. I turn to call to Z and he's already coming down the stairs.

"Z!...your friends are here." I start off yelling his name and when I see him I trail off and finish my sentance in a loudish whisper.

"I know. " Z smiles.

I invite the boys in and they all look really excited.

"Are you leaving now?" I ask Z. He just smiles.

"Will?" Harry asks.

"You?" Louis says in a weird voice and then laughs.

"Come?" Liam winks. 

"With?"Niall smiles.

"Us?" Z finishes and I stand in shock.

Did they just ask me to come with them on tour?!

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