My father opened the door and in a split second Zayn was leaning on the doorframe, his perfect self, making my mother burst into tears by just the sight of him. I mean, he could make a gazillions of teenagers to burst into hysterical tears if he let out a deep breath he has that kind of power.
Could you blame him though? He had the perfect features, starting from the way he dressed, to the way God created him. His perfect white Nike sneakers, the khaki-orange-ish pants, the black sweater zipped up, and the black beanie covering his perfect black hair. He had one hand on his sweater pocket and his infamous smirk staring at me.
"My baby!" My mother cried and broke into a fountain of tears.
I stared at her with one raised eyebrow as my father rushed to her side and comforted her. "Jesus woman, your other kid is leaving and you're crying for the one who came?"
Zayn smirked as he made his way towards our parents, never breaking eye contact with me. "Awe, are you jealous that people love me the most?" Zayn winked.
I scuffed and rolled my eyes. "I'm fine with being ignored and not having people dream sexual things about me." I stated with a winning smirk. "Or, you know, having people fantasise of how good I am in bed." I was savouring each of my comments as Zayn's face changed.
"Enough!" My mother cried as she wiped her tears and stared at Zayn like if he was a trophy. "Oh my baby is so big!" She added hugging him. "I've missed you so much! You should come back more often."
Zayn seemed a bit uncomfortable as he tried to wiggle himself out of the hug. "I will try mom." Zayn replied. "Now, we have a tight agenda."
"Of course, of course." My mother sniffed. "I'm sorry." She turned to face me. "Give your mother a hug." She said as she opened her arms.
I internally grunted and made my way towards her. I may not get so along with my mother, but come on, she had to carry me for nine months and then give birth, and I am sure that I wasn't an easy pregnancy... When I was close enough to her, I embraced her in a hug and she replied almost crushing my ribs.
"Mom." I gasped. "I need to breath. I do know you want to get rid of me, but let's not kill me." My mother let go of me and smacked my arm. "Ow! What was that for?" I questioned.
"I don't want to get rid of you." My mother stated and placed her finger on my mouth when I wanted to speak. How rude. "I want you to spend some time with your brother so that you can reflect on the bad things you've done."
"Don't you even think of arguing with your mother Reeve." My father scolded. I rolled my eyes and he laughed. "Come here and say goodbye to your old man."
"You're not that old dad." I chuckled as I made my way towards him. "Don't have so much without me." I added as I hugged him. "Don't miss me too much either. Cause I won't." I winked and grabbed my backpack and a suitcase. "Be a nice lad and take my other suitcase." I told Zayn.
Zayn mocked me with a face and I stuck my tongue out at him. He did grab my suitcase and when he was walking past me he grabbed my other suitcase and motioned me to follow his lead with his head. Big head, just in case you didn't know how big it is.
I gave my parents a little fake army salute and turned on my heels to follow my dearest big brother. He was giving my things to some buffy guy and there were four faces plastered on the windows of the bus. I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes, let the torture begin.
Zayn grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside the bus. I stumbled but managed not to die or make a fool out of myself in front of my brother friends. The last time I had seen them, was like two years ago, when I accidentally almost got the bus on fire... Yeah, long story and something I am not supposed to talk about.
"Lads!" Zayn shouted as we walked the three steps into the bus. "Come here guys, she's just my obnoxious little sister. You already know her."
I rolled my eyes as I walked behind Zayn, I was going to get my revenge, and as I knew that they enjoyed pranking each other, it would be so much easier. "I don't bite fellas." I winked as I stepped aside. "If you don't remember my name is Reeve, sister to this dork head here, so yes I'm a Malik."
They stood there in shock, standing in a perfect horizontal straight line. Liam was at the beginning from left to right, next to him Louis, Niall and last Harry. It seemed to be that they were all trying to process something so complicated, that their mouth needed to be wide open.
"If I were you, I would close your mouth, unless of course you're waiting for the fly you're going to eat for dinner." I smirked gaining a slap from Zayn. I rolled my eyes and stared at him. "What is wrong with you mate?" I questioned.
"Wow." Louis said. "You're so sassy." He added with a wicked smile. "I LOVE IT!" He added jumping up and down.
I stared at him confused and turned to Zayn who simply shrugged not caring, or not understanding. "You're sleeping on the bunk right below Harry." Zayn said and he skipped to the back of the bus.
I stood still staring at the lads that were staring back at me. "Seriously, if you like to stare take a picture." I rolled my eyes. "It will last longer, believe me."
"You surely have changed from the last time we saw you." Liam spoke with a small smile. "You don't seem that old little twat girl who's trying to burn us alive." He added with a crooked smile.
I threw my head back and laughed. "I did not tried to burn you alive." I stated. "It was a mistake, I really didn't want to hurt any of you, I just wanted you to see how awesome the fireworks were going to be." I smiled. "Now, where's my bunk?"
"Harry will show you." Niall smiled. "Want to catch a movie later?" He seemed kind of nervous when he asked so I simply nodded and he smiled widely before walking away with Liam to the so-called living room.
Harry stood there awkwardly with his hands inside his tracks staring at his feet. I really didn't know why he seemed nervous, there's no need to be nervous around me.
"Is everything okay?" I questioned as I approached to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Do I have some freaky shit on my face?"
Harry snapped and looked up at me confused. "What? No!" He laughed. "It's just that, you've changed a lot over the past years and well, now you are just so beautiful."
I felt my cheeks burn, and now I was the one looking at the floor and fiddling with my hands. "Thank you, I suppose." I gave him a small side smile. "Do you mind showing me my bed?"
"You want me to show you to your bed?" Harry added with a devil smirk.
"Oh you know what I mean!" I laughed as I smacked his arm.
Could it be possible that the lads learned to forgive or just to forget? It seemed a bit too much of a kind and warming welcoming after the accident, but then again it was two years ago. Maybe this punishment isn't going to be as bad as I thought it was going to be, if the lads were fine with me, I could be fine with them. It was something that had to happen, and I was going to make it happen.