Irresistible [A Zarry Fanfiction].

Chapter Sixteen

“Sounds fun to me.” Zayn smiled. He knew that their Mother would let the girls down, so he immediately agreed to it.

“Last time we went you didn’t come, and you missed Waliyha getting stuck on the monkey bars.” Safaa burst out laughing, and Waliyha stared at her in annoyance. Safaa was almost crying from laughter, even though Waliyha was sat with her arms folded, in a mood.

“Atleast I can reach the bars, shortie.” Waliyha retorted, before Zayn decided to step in. His Mother was just watching them, probably wondering whether she should step in or not.

“Alright now girls, that’s enough. We’ll go to the park this afternoon, then how about I treat you to some sweets at the corner shop too?” Zayn suggested, trying to add more exciting ideas, so that the girls’ wouldn’t be as sad when their Mother rejected her invitation to come along.

“I’m going to get one of those huge lollipops, you know, the ones that are as big as Safaa’s head.” Waliyha laughed, and Zayn couldn’t help but chuckle too as he ate his way through his breakfast.

“Yeah, and we’ll get loads of strawberry laces again, and give Zayn a moustache! You know, like last time?” Safaa giggled, and Zayn rolled his eyes, the smile on his face too hard to hide at the memories of him and his sisters. Weekends were the time he spent as much time with them as possible.

He knew that they’d one day come to his age, and remember all of the bad times. The mornings when their Mother wouldn’t stop crying, or when Zayn had to remove the knives from the kitchen drawer because their Mum was that bad, but had to make a game of it for the girls. The times when they would’ve seen their Father come home drunk and swearing. The times when they saw some of Zayn’s bruises, or the small cuts near his eyebrows, where their Father had hit him. They’d grow up and realise that all these little things were what their upbringing was like, so Zayn wanted them to have good times. He wanted them to look back and be happy. He didn’t want them to live with such repressed anger, like he did. 

“You’re going to come too, aren’t you Mum? You have to come, please.” Safaa asked with a wide smile. Zayn looked up at his Mother. All hope of her saying yes to her own daughters was lost. He was just waiting for the moment where she’d break their poor hearts. Their Mum’s smile faded and she tried to speak but couldn’t find any words.

“No, Mummy’s too poorly. She’s very worried, she might be dying.” She mumbled, shaking her head and fiddling with her hair quickly. Zayn looked at her outraged. 

“That’s a bit drastic, isn’t it?” Zayn couldn’t help but snap, and his Mum turned around quickly, to avoid confrontation. Waliyha was looking down at the remaining bit of toast on her plate sadly, which made Zayn’s heart break. Safaa was looking at Zayn, for some sort of answer. She tended to get very confused when their Mother talked like this.

“Just a bit of a cold. You’d probably be better of staying in Mum, it’s a bit chilly outside.” Zayn tried to force a laugh and smile, trying to make it seem like she was joking. Why the fuck would she say something like that? That was just disgusting to say in front of her children.

“Why don’t you girls go and get dressed? We’ll go to the park now, actually.” Zayn told them with a smile, and both girls looked at him with a smile. They ran off happily, and Zayn listened as they ran up the stairs, chatting away happily.

“Are you fucking serious? Dying, really? You’d really say that in front of the girls, they are so young and impressionable and you say something like that?” Zayn couldn’t help but burst, jumping up from his kitchen chair and walking over to her. She flinched slightly and turned around to him with tears in her eyes.