Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

71. Hibiscus

It was an unknown number with a Florida area code. I picked up anyway.

"Hello?"

"Marley Richards?" A sweet womanly older voice asks me.

"Yes, who's this?" Zayn watched me on the phone, his eyebrows furrowing at the way my voice questioned the caller.

"This is Jakson's grandmother and your parents are here now. They'd actually asked me to call you and request that you speak to them." Her name was Greta and she was the sweetest older woman you could possibly have the honor of knowing.

Though I've only met her twice, quite briefly, each time she would offer me anything to prolong my comfort when Jackson took forever in the mornings before school. We used to walk together, before he became an ass.

"With all do respect, Ms. Greta, I have no intentions of speaking with Jason or Emily." Zayn perked up noticeably and Perrie slid over to his side, resting her chin on his shoulder as they both watched me.

"Darling-" She began, but noise started happening on her end before a new voice- a familiar voice, spoke through.

"Marley, baby, please." Emily begged.

"Did you take the phone?" I asked, appalled. Did she force it from Greta's hands? It sounded like it to me.

"It's so great to hear your voice, love." She sighs, completely ignoring my question. I heard Jason in the background, quietly apologizing. Greta audibly brushed it off like the sweet lady I knew she was.

"Yeah, well, it won't last for long, so enjoy it while you can." Just as I was about to hang up, a soft little cry started on their end just before it turned into coos.

"There, there, little one," I heard Greta say. She must have more company over than just my parents. Did my parents bother her family time? "It's okay." She continued.

"Did you read our letter?" Emily softly asked, the noise of talking in the background started to grow quieter until it was just her breathing.

"The contents of that letter holds nothing to me. I hate you and I hate Jason, as well."

"How-" Her voice broke before she took another breath. "How could you say such a thing?"

"Because I understand that the feeling is mutual." I didn't want to cry, but my heart did. And the powerful emotions wracked through me, springing huge tears into my eyes. I tried blinking them away before they could run and ruin my work of makeup. "I'm so done with you two."

"Please... Marley, please don't say-"

"Good bye." And I hung up before I lost every last string of sanity and either sobbed on the phone, or blew up on her.

I threw my phone on to the bed that wasn't occupied by the two other bodies in the room, my eyes avoiding making contact with them. Though I was silent, I knew my eyes screamed a thousand words.

Another set of soft knocks on the door was sounded, slicing through the silence louder than I thought possible. Zayn waved his hand toward the door, and our eyes met.

"Could you...?" He asks.

"Yeah, sure." I guess he didn't want his cover to be blown any more than it already was. I'm sure by now, the whole fandom knew what street name the hotel was located on, and what room, out of the hundreds, we were in.

I picked open the door with ease but I wasn't expecting what stood in front of me.

I thought it would be more teenaged girls with towels or soap maybe. But, no.