Zayn's Unallowed Princess

Zayn has always been the mysterious one in the band. There has never been a moment when every 'Directioner' has wondered more about Zayn. There's always a secret with Zayn, never a dull moment. When Zayn's mum decides to adopt a girl, who is 16, Zayn never thought he would fall in love with her.

November never thought that she would be adopted by a famous family, in fact, she never thought it would have been a member of One Direction. It's her favourite band, and her favourite member was her now elder brother. She starts to get mixed feelings for him, feelings that she has never experienced in her 16 years of living.

They don't know what to do. What happens when they have an accidental kiss? Find out in 'Zayn's Unallowed Princess'

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2. Memories and Moving In -November's P.O.V

     For eight years, eight whole years, I'd been living in a foster care. I hadn't be schooled much, and I didn't get fed much. The foster care didn't care for us enough, therefore I was underweight. No one noticed, everyone just thought it was because I was a blond. It was logical to them that all blonds were underweight. They were definitely wrong. 

     Before I was in foster care, I was perfectly healthy. I barely remember it, but I remember my mother being tall, with big blue eyes no one could ever miss. Her hair was a golden blond, as radiant as the sun. Her personality was bubbly. Mum was so loud and fun to be around. She'd put fuzzy socks on my feet, and tell me, "Go ahead. Slide on the wood floor." or, "Don't tell daddy, but we're going to the ball pit!" She'd do things that no ordinary mother would do. She was crazy, but not mental, and just a ball of joy. 

     My father was a tough, but not scary, man. He had ginger hair, with green eyes. His voice was deep and slow, but like an angel. He'd work... a lot, but when he was home, we'd do things as a family. He'd make a fort for us before mum and I got back from the park. He'd set up UNO or dress up as a prince so I could have a princess. We were one small, but mighty, happy family. 

     Of  course, all happy families have their problems. What I never knew, and what I was told, was my father was a drug addict. Not like weed or anything like that. He would tend to take my mother's prescription meds. He enjoyed the taste of them, apparently, and soon got addicted to them. He couldn't help it. Apparently, they were too addicting because my mother was also addicted to them, along with being an alcoholic. I never knew this, I just thought she was always celebrating something. I remember my mum saying, "This here, what I'm drinking, is for celebrations only. We will drink it at your graduation, at your wedding, after your babies are born! We'll be celebrating!" 

     I remember the day of my father's death happening first. I was inside, playing with my Barbie doll. She was a ginger Barbie, like my father. I had coloured on her the night before, trying to make her skin match my dad's. He had tattoos, which I thought mum had just coloured on him. All I did was blob up my doll, though. While I was trying to add another one of my dad's tattoos, I heard a crash from the kitchen. My first instinct was to stay, mum would handle it. I didn't know she was drinking in the bedroom. I got up and ran into the kitchen. What I saw scarred me for life, I saw my dad laying on the ground... dead. I called the police immediately. I was young and scared. Mum didn't come, so I thought the police would deal with it. When they got there, they took my mum away too. 

     A year later, after being in foster care, my mother got me back claiming she'd stop with her drinking addiction. When we got home, though, she seemed angered. There was still a high amount of alcohol left from a year ago, which hadn't expired yet. When I was sleeping one night, she finally lost it and went to drink again. She drank three bottles in one night, which had her beyond drunk.  The next morning when I woke up, I saw her dead in her room. There was a total of six bottles laying next to her lifeless body, while she had a strong grasp on seven and eight. 

     That's why I was stuck in a foster home, because both of my parents basically committed suicide. They knew they'd die from it, I figured. It's the logical thing. Too much alcohol can kill you, same with drug overdose -but I guess my parents didn't want to see life anymore... or their daughter grow up.

     When the police officers first got me to the foster home, I was resistant. I refused to believe my mother was dead. The night before she was healthy and happy, not even thinking about a drop of alcohol. I was pinching myself, hoping it was just a dream. I was smart for my age, and knew they were dead, I just didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe anything bad that happened back then, and still refuse to now. 

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     I walked forward ahead of my new mother. Raven coloured hair caught my attention. I looked at him with my blazing blue eyes. I smiled at him. He was adorable, and I knew that he was apart of a boy band, had a girlfriend, and  was older then me. 

     "Hello, I'm November." I smiled again, holding my hand out to his. He stood there, frozen as he stared at me. it didn't scare me at all, in fact... I liked it. A small blush rose to my cheeks, though it wasn't noticeable from my already rosy cheeks.

     "Z-Zayn." He stuttered out, taking my hand. His hands were rather soft for a males. His skin was dark, but like a natural tan. It was hot and I liked it. 

     I looked back at Trisha with a smile, than back at Zayn. "Looks like we're sharing a room, big boy." 

     My words appalled him, I could tell. His mouth hung low as he shook his head. "W-What?" His mouth was still open.

     "Close your mouth before the flies get in. And I said, we're sharing a room. Is that a problem, Zayn?" I pouted my lip in a teasing way. I already knew that he didn't like the idea of me around. It was obvious in the way he looked at me when I first walked in. With hatred -which has definitely gone away. 

     His brown eyes flickered to his mum, now my mum, who smiled politely. He looked back at me, his eyelashes hiding his eyes as he squinted. It's like he didn't believe me. 

     "Whatever." He said gruffly, walking away from me. His posture changed from happy to angry within a snap, same as his mood. "I don't need a sibling." He mumbled. 

     I muffled a giggle, it was hilarious what he was doing. I think I will make it my main goal to basically, in every way, annoy the shit out of him. 

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     Mum led me to the room I am sharing with Zayn, insisting that Zayn's just shy. I have a theory he's just an ignorant bastard who the fans don't see as that. Of course, that's me... giving the sibling point of view, if I'm allowed to have one. 

     "Trust me, November, you'll get used to it all." She smiled meaningfully at me, setting my bags on Zayn's bed.I assume I get it now, saying I'm the girl. Unless we buy another bed, which is on a rough estimate $400.00 this family doesn't have. 

     I smiled, "Thanks. I can handle this on my own." 

     As mum left, Zayn walked in. His facial expression remained emotionless, no sight of a smirk. 

     "Ignorance isn't going to get you anywhere, Malik. It'll only get you no dinner, if that's how I recall punishment is here." Along with the smirk on my face, I could hear it in my voice. It's fun teasing Zayn. 

     "Being cocky isn't something that'll get you far either. In fact, it'll get you in the principles office." He shot back, sending me an evil glare. Oooh, an evil glare hurts so much. 

     "Being a dick doesn't get you a girlfriend, unless she's a beard." I knew Perrie Edwards wasn't a beard, and I remembered how she'd just recently dumped him. He was being rather bipolar lately, according to the interview Perrie was in, and she didn't like the attitude. He was grumpy, then happy within five seconds. 

     He stood above me, his five foot nine being quite taller than my horrid five feet. His hand was raised, as if he was about to hit me. He restrained, backing away. Zayn quickly ran to the balcony as I heard a lighter being ignited. Resort to the smoking, oh how wonderful. 

     I knew teasing him wasn't going to help me get anywhere with him, especially because this is just an act and won't get me far. I want to seem tough so he'll like me more -because I am falling in love with my adopted brother. I know it's illegal, hell, it's disgusting -but it's damn right happening. And I believe the tough act will wash it away. 

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Author's Note

 

     There's chapter twooo! I know, it's like, six days late. i've been busy lately. I AM SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY! I hope this makes up for  it, because this chapter is rather long. I understand how awkward this whole thing is, giving they both love each other, barely know each other, and are siblings by adoption. Trust me, this will all fade into something B E A U T I F U L! Love is a beautiful thing, okay? This will be one of the beautiful loves. 

     I am hoping to upload another chapter tomorrow or the next day or whenever the hell I get time! THANK YOU FOR READING C: 

First comment gets the next chapter dedicated to them. Oh, and it will have the boys in the next chapter. So... KEEP READING C: Stay beautiful my little Banana's! 

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