Young and Reckless

After Ava's little sister Layla passes and Ava promises to dedicate her life to her what will it drive Ava to do?


18. Chapter 17

 Next Day:

    I glanced over at Zayn, a wide smile on my lips. I leaned my head on the seat, having the radio blast from the radio. He smiled back at me, his thumb tracing over my palms while he used his other hand to steer. "That was fun," he said, a smile on his plump lips. "My sisters love you." He added. I laughed at that, remembering how jumpy his whole family was to see us. I knew Zayn was slightly embarrassed by how they all wanted photos, but stayed really calm. You could see the love in his eyes for all of his sisters. The way his mum cried when she saw him was the cutest thing I had ever seen. I shut my eyes lightly, remembering when we had just left. "Mum, don't cry." Zayn said with a small chuckle. She sniffles, wiping her eyes. "I'm going to miss you that’s all. You've gotten so far with everything, Zayn. You've even found a lovely girlfriend." She said. "I'm just going home though." He whispered. "I'm not going to war or anything. You don't need to cry." He added. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He nuzzled his head into her hair, showing his soft side. "I love you, honey." She said. "I love you too, Mum." He said.

    I smiled weakly at that, wishing that my own family would react like that. I didn't know if they were going to tell me to go home, or welcome me into their home. Zayn sensed my anxiousness, and gripped my hand a little tighter. "It'll be fine, babe." He said giving me a kiss. "You don't know that." I sighed. "They don't even know I'm coming." I added. Shrugging lightly, he glanced at me before looking out into the dark night, his lights shining brightly at the road ahead of him. "They're not going to send you away, Ava. No matter what you did, you are their daughter. They love you." He reassured me. "I-" my breath suddenly caught in my throat when I looked at the darkening sky. "We're here..." He smiled, looking out at the houses. "Which one, babe?" He asked. I was silent for a moment, staring up at the double story. Memories flashed before my eyes, and I could suddenly hear the ringing of my sister’s laughter. "I, um, number forty-two." I said distantly. He nodded, his eyes scanning over the mailboxes before he pulled into the driveway. Zayn looked calm and collected though I felt as if I was going to have a heart attack. My heart was beating so fast, I could hear it in my ears. I had to take deep breaths to calm myself, though it didn't seem to help.

     I hadn't been my parents in the longest of time, and now I was in their driveway with my boyfriend. "Stop being chicken." he said with a small laugh. "Where's Ava, the girl who was willing to do anything?" He asked. "She is currently unavailable." I whispered loudly, glaring over at him. He only smiled, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "It's now or never." He said. Shutting my eyes, I let out a small breath. "Let's do this." I said. Grinning childishly, he quickly pulled me out the car and into his arms. Having his arm around my waist, he began to stride towards the door. I nervously tucked myself closer to him, watching as he tapped on the door lightly. "What if they're asleep?" I asked. "It's only seven," he mumbled. "They won't be." "What if they don't like you?" I blurted out. He looked doesn't me, raising his eyebrows at me. "Hey, don't get that stuck in my head." He said laughing. I was about to reply, though was cut short when a rush of air collided with my face. I blinked rapidly at the face that stared back at me, her face frozen with shock. My mother wore a tightly fitted dress, showing off her curves, even though she was twice my age. "Ava?" she said softly, reaching out her hands. "Hi Mom." I croaked softly. She smiled widely, a small tear falling from her eyes. She moved out of the doorway, taking me into her arms. I hugged her tightly, resting my head on her shoulder. "Oh, I missed you. What are you doing back?" She asked. "Zayn and I thought it would be nice to visit." I said. Glancing over my shoulder, she smiled at the awkward looking Zayn Malik. "Is this your boyfriend?" She asked. "Yeah, it is." I said. Zayn smiled at my mum who wrapped her and around my shoulder and kissed my forehead. "Lovely to meet you, Miss." He said. He held out his hand to shake, which she smiled at. "Ah, a gentleman. Nice to meet you, Zayn, and please - Call me Sarah." She said.

     She looked back down at me, a tinkle in her brown eyes. "Come inside and see your father. We're having a party. His birthday." She said. I bit down on my lip, feeling guilty that I had forgotten but allowed my mom to pull me into the empty house while I grasped onto Zayn’s hand. He pecked my cheek before wrapping his arm around my waist as we walked outside. The backyard was lighted with colorful bulbs, the music blasting. I laughed when I saw my dad on the dance floor. Unlike my mom, my dad’s age was truly showing. He was in his late fifties, having a beer belly and a white beard with matching white hair. “Looks who's here!" My mom shouted to the friends and family that were scattered around everywhere. "AVA!!!" Numerous of people shouted, making me grin and wave. My dad emerged from the crowd, his old smirk on his lips.

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