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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1. November's Adoption -Zayn's P.O.V

     I was against the idea. I didn't like it one bit. I already had three siblings, why adopt another? She'd probably be annoying and just a nuisence to us. She'd consume the food my mother has barely enough money to afford, without my help. 

     My mother was adopting a girl, a teenage girl. One not many years younger than I. It was an obsurd idea. She already had three girls, and a boy. Why does she need to have another kid that she most likely can't feed when I'm not around? 

     "She needs a home, Zayn." My mother explained to me on the phone. 

     "And you have barely any money to feed Safaa and Waliya." I explained. Donyia moved out with her boyfriend, whoms named I don't even remember. 

     "Waliya has a job now, Zayn. We can earn money. I have a job." 

     "Where's Safaa durning all of this?" 

     "I work at home." 

     I don't care how much my mother tried to convince me, I disliked the idea of adopting a kid. Especially one with a name of a month. November. Seriously? Who names their kid... November?

     Another thing that urked me was that today was the day of her adoption, the day she gets to come "home". I wouldn't call my home her home, though. It's mine not her's

     I was told that she was sixteen, and that she had "beautiful blond hair." As if, she's probably a troll. An ugly, fat troll girl. I don't care if I'm being impolite because I highly dislike the idea of another person in my house. It's my home, and she shouldn't be invading it. 

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     I walked with my mother as we went into the adoption quarters, or whatever the hell it's called. We were picking her up formally, as they said it was. Which meant that we went to her room, carried her bags to the vehicle, and let her sit in front. In my seat. 

     She was going to be taking my room, eating in my chair and basically filling my place in the family. As if I won't be there anymore. She will also be using my bathroom and my art supplies. 

     I have come to the conclusion that my new nickname for her will be "Little Fucker", as she is taking all of my stuff, like a fucker, and is younger than me, therefore she is little.

     I heard my mother talking to her, saying how much I wanted to see her. That's a fucking lie. 

     "Yes, you're older brother is so excited to see you!" Mum gushed. Lies I tell you. 

     "You postive?" I heard a sweet, angelic voice say. I mean, devilish voice say. 

     I heard there footsteps as I leaned on the door frame of the entry hall. I didn't want to see her yet -but the time had to come when the time had to come. She walked forward ahead of my mother, her blond hair catching my attention. She looked at me with her blazing blue eyes, her perfect cheek bone structure, her plump, but beautiful, lips. She smiled, her teeth as white as Louis' ass. 

     "Hello, I'm November." She smiled again, holding her hand out to mine. I stood there, frozen as I stared at her. She wasn't a troll, at all.

     "Z-Zayn." I stuttered out, taking her hand. Her skin was soft. It was cream coloured, nuteral. Almost like a tan. 

     November looked back at my mum with a smile, than back at me. "Looks like we're sharing a room, big boy." 

     I smiled at the nickname, I did tower over her 5 foot height. She was short, and it made her even more gorgeous. I can't believe I'm saying this either, but I think I'm falling in love with my adopted sister. 

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A/N!!

 

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. What I am planning on doing is with each chapter, switching their point of views. So next chapter, it will be November's. But yeah, I really hope you liked it. I knew a lot of people would be all "ew" with the idea of full on incest, that's why I did adoption. Also because I didn't want my friend to punch my face. I might be posting another chapter tomorrow or the next day. THANK YOUUU<3 

-Leaa

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