"Ready to go?" Doniya asks coming down the stairs.
"No," I say looking up at her.
"It won't be that bad," she says getting a bottle of water from the fridge.
"I guess," I say getting up and fallowing Zayn into the kitchen.
"Do you have your bag?" He asks taking his phone of the charger.
"Yup, there in my room."
Zayn had came back to Bradford for a few days because we all had to go to the lawyer, who would dig out their will and see where everything goes. After the meeting with the lawyer Zayn would go back to London and drop me off at Aunt Maryam's house where I would be staying for the weekend.
"The meeting is in two hours and the drive is an hour," Uncle Yasser says taking my overnight bag from Zayn, and putting it in the boot of Zayn's car. "Waliyha hurry up, we're leaving."
I get in the car with Zayn and Doniya. Waliyha and Safaa were with Uncle and Yasser and Aunt Tricia who we were fallowing.
"And we danced all night to the best song ever," the radio sang. “And I knew every line but know I can't remember how it goes but I know that I won't forget her. Cos we danced all night to the best song ever." Doniya and I sang at the top of our lungs, Zayn soon joined in and we sang the rest of the song.
"Create a story?" Doniya asks breaking the silence that blanketed over us as we drove down the freeway.
"Sure," Zayn answers. "You start Aali."
"Umm... there was a lion."
"That couldn't roar," Zayn adds.
"So he went to the elephant," Doniya adds to the story. We went around adding to the story and laughing at what we had came up with.
By the time we got to the court house my stomach hurt from laughing so much. The story started out that the lion couldn't roar and ended with him becoming a unicorn fairy. We enter the courthouse and are greeted by a secretary that starts flirting with Zayn. Waliyha makes a face at me pointing to the secretary and Zayn. I burst out laughing earning a strange look from Zayn and the secretary.
"The Malik's are here to see you," the secretary says through the intercom machine.
"Send them in," a man says. The secretary leads us into the conference room, where our lawyer was sitting looking through stacks of paper.
"Good morning I'm George Taylor," he says getting up and shaking our hands. "Which one is Aaliyha?"
"She's right here," Uncle Yasser says as Waliyah pushes me forward. I had been standing in the back with Waliyah.
"It's nice to meet you, come sit down." We sit down around the table, Mr. Taylor pulls out my parent's wills and we go over every little thing on there. Aunt Tricia and Uncle Yasser did most of the talking I answered some questions, but other than that I just listened. After two hours of sitting in the same chair we have an hour break for lunch and then we go back to finish off the meeting.
"How much longer do we have to stay there?" Safaa asks sitting down at a table in McDonald's.
"A few more hours," Aunt Tricia says giving us our cups to fill up with our drinks.
"Can you get me a straw? I forgot to get one," Waliyah asks sitting down at our table.
We finish our lunch and go back to the courthouse to finish our meeting. By the end of the meeting we had made a finale list of the relatives I had to visit in a year, That Aunt Tricia and Uncle Yasser were now my official guardians, how much money I got and how much went to charity and everything else that was on the will. I signed the paper's saying that I agree and if I wanted to change anything I would have to see the lawyer.
"Call us when you get London," Aunt Tricia says giving Zayn a hug.
"When are you going to come home again?" Waliyah asks giving Zayn a hug.
"I'll be dropping Aaliyah home on Sunday, I'll be back soon." We say bye to everyone and get in Zayn's car ready for the four hour ride to London.
"The lads wanted to see you before you go come back to Bradford," Zayn says getting on the freeway. "When do you want to see them?"
"We could go today if we have time," I say reaching for my phone that was lying in the backseat where I had left it.
Four hours later we had sang every song that we remembered, stopped to get ice cream, crisps, and petroleum, and pulled by a police officer because he wanted Zayn's autograph for his daughter who was a massive fan. We pull up in front of the lads flat, which was protected by two muscular body guards who stood on either side of the door.
"Hi Aaliyha hi Zayn," Liam says giving me a friendly hug and did the man hug thing with Zayn.
"Zayn's home!" Louis screams running out of the living room and jumping on Zayn, making him stumble and fall against the door.
"Hey Aal," Eleanor says coming over and giving me a hug fallowed my Perrie, Danielle, and Sophia.
"I'm going to the market cos we're out of chips," Harry says looking at Niall.
"You knew I'd eat them," Niall says.
"But you knew we were going to make some for the barbeque," Harry says back.
"Ok, Harry go get the chips and Aaliyah go with so him doesn’t by anything we don't need," Liam says breaking into the little argument; pushing me and Harry out the door. We end up buying a few things we didn't need like lotion, a massive bag of candy, and balloons.
Niall had already started the barbeque and Harry took over so he wouldn't burn the food. Zayn, Louis and Liam were in the pool and Eleanor, Danielle, Perrie and Sophia were sitting beside the pool talking. A few of the lads friends were over too I knew some of them, I didn't really talk to them. I sit down beside Danielle who was sitting down on the grass.
"Ready Aaliyah?" Zayn asks coming down the stairs fixing his hair.
"Yea," I say getting up and getting my phone from the kitchen. I say bye to everyone and get in the car with Zayn who was taking me to Aunt Maryam's flat where I would be spending the rest of my weekend.
"I'll call before I pick you up," Zayn says pulling in front of the flat. I nod and get my overnight bag out from the back.
I looked up at the stars that light up the night sky. The light breeze blew around me and I wished I had tied up my hair. I move my hair out of my face and listen to the cars pass below me.
"I thought I'd find you here," Grandma says walking into the balcony and sitting down on the chair next to me. "It's a lovely night, isn't it?"
"Yes," I say looking up at the moon that fallowed me where ever I went. "Nani tell me a story." I say breaking the comfortable silence, I called my grandma Nani.
"Which one do you want to hear?" She asks giving me a warm smile.
"The one you were going to tell me, but then we had to go to the party."
"My mother lived in Pakistan when she was little with her three sisters; her older brother had gotten married and lived in New Zealand. In her family the girls weren't allowed outside of the house, they cooked, and cleaned, and did things girls did at that time. If they needed anything the servants or the men would go out and get it. If my Nani wanted to see her parents, she would have to go at night in a covered wagon. At that time most women were covered and didn't really leave their houses." Nani says telling me the story; I move around in my chair getting comfortable and continue listening to her story.
"One day my mother said to her sisters that she wanted to go with her mother to see her parents. Her sisters said how can you go dad won't let us out of the house and mom won't take you. Mom then said that she would sneak out of the house and fallow the wagon to her grandparent’s house. And mom did exactly that, when her mother was in the wagon and was heading to her parents house she sunk out and fallowed the wagon. My grandparent’s house wasn't close by and it would take all night to get there if she ran. My mother ran behind the wagon trying not to get caught, after running for a while she got tired and sat down on the middle of the street and started crying. My Nani heard someone crying and told the servant to stop the wagon and to see who was crying. They turned around the wagon and went to find out who was crying. My Nani found her and my mom told her how she wanted to see her grandparents and had fallowed the wagon. My mom got in the wagon with my Nani and she got to see her grandparents. Her grandparents loved her and were really happy that they finally got to meet her."
"How old was she?" I ask pushing strands of hair out of my face.
"She was little girl," Nani says continuing her story. "When her dad died all the sisters when to live with their older brother in New Zealand. He took them to a lot of different places and that was the first time they actually went outside of their house. My mother was 17 I think when she went to live with her brother."
"What did they do when they couldn't go outside?" I ask fascinated by the story.
"Cooked, cleaned, did some sewing, knitting, and other things they found around the house," Nani says finishing off her story.
I loved my grandma's stories each one of them were different and brilliant. I couldn't imagine not being able to see what was outside the walls that I had to stay behind.
We sit outside on the balcony talking for another hour when Aunt Maryam comes and join us. She gives me a glass of milk and tea for herself and Grandma.
"When do you get that off?" Uncle Harris asks joining us all on the balcony.
"In a month," I tell him looking at my cast that was now filled with names, hearts, and smile faces.
"How are your classes?" Uncle Harris asks getting bored of Aunt Maryam and Nani conversation about the new food channel they have been watching and what recipe they should try.
"I survived history," I tell him putting my glass of milk on the table beside me. I never really liked history, we have learned about the same kings and queens and what they have done since primary school.
We sit out on the balcony talking until I start yawning and can't keep my eyes open any longer. When I was little Mum, Dad, Aunt Maryam, Uncle Harris, Nani, and I would all sit outside talking all night long. I would fall asleep on Nani's lap an hour or two after my bedtime. Mum, Dad, and I would come to London at least every month and sometimes we'd take Nani back to Bradford with us.
This is now my brand new life. In a sort of different family. A life without Mum and Dad. A life that is totally different that I have been use to.
The story Aaliyah's grandma told is a true story. My grandma told me this story and it's one of my favorite stories she has told me and she has told me a lot of them.