The Bradford Exchange - A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Aliza Francis has been chosen to go to Bradford for the student exchange program, she also finds out her host family is the Malik’s!
Zayn are Aliza were childhood best friends , they used to be inseparable, they used to share secrets , basically do everything together,
But what happens when they don’t stay in contact for a year..
what will happen when Aliza goes to Bradford for the Student Exchange Program?
Will Zayn be surprised? Or very surprised? …
Are they still close childhood friends? .. or have things have changed?

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2. Phone Call.

Yes I got it!...I got it!...

I am the student who gets to go to Bradford in London for the next 6 months! I am saying the same thing over and over again in my mind while re reading the email I had just received from the SEA ; Student Exchange Australia.

Who would’ve thought I’d sign up for the student exchange program?

This seems like a huge coincidence, ‘cause I’m going to Bradford and I have a childhood best friend who lives there! And I’m staying at his place!

That person was…

Zayn Malik.

Well, want to know how this is a coincidence?

Well...

Zayn’s sister Waliyha wanted to be part of the student exchange programme; she wanted an Australian friend who she could be best friends with and I was the one who got chosen and that was at random!

I mean there were 20 students who signed up for this experience but I got chosen! Like fate probably decided for it. Waliyha was extremely happy, but we haven’t told Zayn yet, and we won’t ‘til he picks up the exchange student himself with Waliyha. So basically it’s a surprise for him.

It’s been ages since I’ve met Zayn. I saw him back in 2008 when I was 11 years old, and he was 12. Now it’s been 6 years, and he’s 17 and I am 16. I have changed a lot in these 6 years and so has Zayn, both physically and mentally. Zayn and I haven’t talked for a year though. Even when we try to talk, the conversation is always boring, so Zayn and I have grown distant. I don’t know why we’ve grown that way but I hope I can change that when I arrive in Bradford next month.

Zayn and I used to be so close! Probably because we were little. Reason why I care so much about Zayn is that I’ve also kind of started to have feelings for him even though we hardly talk but hey, it’s only been a year; he was my childhood crush and still is, but I don’t know if he likes me that way. So I’m just going to keep this to myself ‘til the right time comes.

How do I know Zayn?

Well, his mum and mine are best friends. I was born in Australia but we ended up moving to Bradford, London but then we had to move again, ‘cause of my parents’ job..pfft. It has been 6 years since I last saw the Malik family.

And now everything is going to change; I’m going to meet them all soon! Yipee! I can’t wait to see Waliyha, Safa, Doniya, Tricia and Zayn!

 

Then my phone starts vibrating and the ringtone goes off. My phone is in my jeans’ pocket so I take it out.

--- Baby, are you down, down, down, down, downnnnn…even if the sky is falling down---

Yes, Jay Sean‘s song Down is my ringtone. Jay is an amazing singer! So, no hate!!

As my phone keeps on vibrating, I look at the caller ID that keeps on blinking UNKNOWN. I was kind of scared that who might be this unknown person is, but I pick up my phone anyway.

"Hello." I say in a nervous tone.

“Hello, may I please speak to Aliza Francis?” the unknown female voice asks.

“Hi. Yes, this is Aliza. Um, who are you?” I questioned.

“Well, I’m Lisa, your Student Exchange Program Coordinator.”

“Oh, okay. Um,. Why’d you call?”

“I called you because well we’ve made a huge mistake with your flight arrangements.”

“What mistake?”

“You have the flight to London tomorrow morning at 3 AM.”

“What the hell? Are you serious?” I said in shock.

“Yep, I know we’ve told you on the last minute, and I am sorry about that but things happen, so is it fine if you go earlier to Bradford?”

“um I don’t know ,It should be okay. I guess I’ll just be a month earlier.” I shrugged even though this was a phone call.

“Yea, so I recommend you pack everything you want to bring to the UK.”

“Yes, sure, but what about the tickets? and I’ll just start packing after this call.”

“Well I’ll send the tickets and information tonight personally”

“Oh Okay then Thanks, Lisa.”

“No problem I’ll see you tonight then ‘Bye!”

“Bye.”

I disconnect the call, and I just sit there lost in my thoughts.

Will my parents mind that I go to London a month earlier? I doubt they will ‘cause they are too busy with their work; they are hardly home so I doubt they’ll mind.

Then I realise , Oh my gosh! I’ve got to pack now! I have a flight to catch tomorrow at 3 AM! What will I pack? Arghhhhhhhhhh!

I run out of the study  room and head to the main room. I look around trying to find my aunt.

“Auntyyyyyy!” I yell on top of my lungs while running down the stairs.

"What is it, Ali?" Aunty yells back from the dining room.  I head towards that direction.

"Auntyyy…" I say again.

"Yes, Ali?" she asks annoyingly. There she is. My stunning aunty. Aunty has beautiful hazel eyes, mid length dark brown, curly hair, and tanned skin like me. I wish I had her eyes and dark brown hair, but no, I have brown eyes instead, long black, wavy hair, and tanned skin which make us quite alike.

 “Guess What”

“What is it Ali?”

“Well I got chosen for the student exchange program”

“Aw congrats! So your going to the UK? yippee! “ Aunty said in an excited tone while clapping her hands.

“Yes, but I need your help!” I say, panicking.

“Hold on a sec, breathe, relax. It’s not the end of the world, Ali."

I breathe in and out, trying to relax.

"Okay, now, what is it?" Aunty asked.

"Well, I need to pack my things for London now!”

“Really? So, you’re leaving tomorrow?! How, what, when?”

“Yes. Well, the dates got mixed up!” I say.

“Are you serious? How careless are those coordinators right?”

“Yes that’s so true but what do I do now?” I asked with panic in my voice.

“Okay, okay chill!  You don’t have to do a single thing, I’ll pack for you. I know my niece’s sense of style.” She winked.

“Aww, thank you, Aunty! You are the best!!” I hug her.

“I know I am.” she winks and hugs me back.

“Okay, let’s get to work then. You can see which clothes I choose, yeah?”

“Rightyo!” I say excitedly.

Aunty and I head upstairs to my room.

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Two hours later, Aunty and I are folding away the last article of clothing, sighing in relief as we let our muscles rest on my purple bed.

“Yay! Finally done!”  I sigh.

“Haha yes! Finally! Now you’re ready, Aliza.” Aunty said.

“Chelseaaaaaaaaaa ---- Aunty!” Angel screamed.

“Yep. In this home, I’m always busy. Got to go, hun. Need any help, you know where I am.”

“Okay, see you.” I reply.

Then I get off my bed and make my way to my aging dresser. I pick my make-up and jewelry box up, placing them into the small bag inside my pink carry-on.

After that, I take off my pictures from the wall, only my favourites, put them in a plastic sleeve and place them in my handbag and I put my laptop in its bag too.

I put my entire luggage on the side of my room so it’ll be easier for me to take out of the room and the driver can collect them at once.

Finally, all done. I say, smiling goofily and lying on my bed again.

Wait. No, I’m not done. I haven’t pack my lucky charm, shit, where’d I put it this time? I search through my drawers, cabinets but it’s nowhere to be seen.

This lucky charm mean so much to me. It was the last thing Zayn gave me; it was a silver ring which had AliZay engraved on it. AliZay was a nickname given to Zayn and me from our relatives and parents ‘cause we were so inseparable and this is the gift he had given me at the airport.

I continue searching for the ring and finally found it. It is just under my bed. How can I be so careless?

Oh, well. At least I found it. I put my ring on my right hand’s index finger.

Then I lie down on my bed, sighing.

I take my phone out of my pocket and go through Twitter: no new mentions, and then Facebook: no new notifications. I think I should call up Waliyha.

Next minute, my phone goes off.

--- Baby are you down down down down down downnnnn even if the sky is falling down---

I look at the caller ID that keeps on blinking ‘Waliyha’ ,haha, speaking of the devil..jokes! Wal is AWESOME! I accept the call,

“Heyy, Wal. I was just going to call you! Haha, how are you?”

“Hello, haha serious? What a coincidence? …and I’m good, thanks. You?”

 “Yes! And that’s good to hear. I’m great! Guess what?!”

“I know, Ali, you’ll be here soon. Lisa notified us before she notified you!”

“Haha okay. Who knows that I’m coming?”

“Everyone knows except Zayn.”

“Oh okay, keep it that way! So, do you want me to get anything for you?”

“Nah, not really. If you do then probably an Australian souvenir?”

“Yea, sure! Will definitely get you a souvenir then.”

“Okay, Ali. I gotta go. I need to get ready to go to school. See you soon. Let me know when your departing."

“Okay, Wal. See ‘ya! …and sure. ‘Bye Wal!”

Wow, that was the shortest phone call, I’ve ever made. I throw my phone on my bed and doze off to sleep

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