Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

58. Like Oprah

"Marley?" I hear a gentle voice stirs me awake from a dream I barely remember having, even now as I just open my eyes. I look up into Yaser's face that was barely lit from the slightly dim car light above us.

He had parked the car, turned it off, got out of the drivers side, and opened my door all as I slept. I don't even remember falling asleep on our drive home. All I really remember is that before I went under, I won this round of the game that involved the colors of cars.

I take in a deep breath as I drag my eyes away from Yaser's face and look around outside of the windshield; we were home. Well, at his house, anyway. My wandering eyes stopped as soon as I saw the lot of the family standing outside, in a perfect line, all hands behind their backs as they smile at the car.

"I'm gonna hate this, aren't I?" I sleepily mumble to Yaser, my gaze finding his again as I unbuckle myself. "They look ready to pounce."

"I'm counting on you blowing up over this. I put a bet on it, with Louis." Yaser chuckles, cupping my elbow as he helped me from the car.

"You're that confident?" I ask, trying to stall as I stretch my body out. He closes the passenger door behind me.

"Oh, yes." He smiles, motioning his hand toward everyone who was waiting. I sighed and walked over to them with him. "Hello, family!" Yaser exclaims.

They all greeted us loudly, but when the sound died down a bit, Waliyha elbows Zayn's side. Our brother looked a bit nervous.

Oh, god.

"I have a surprise for you, Marley." Zayn slowly says, a huge smile creeping upon his face. "And I'm not retuning it."

"Zayn." I sigh. "This is gonna be big, isn't it?"

"You have no idea." Patricia chuckles, folding her arms as we all watch Zayn make his way from the group and over to the curb.

"It's cool and you're gonna love it." My brother reassures me. I watch him carefully now. He skips sideways for a bit before his hand come down on the hood of a glossy red car. The one I saw in the mall with him. "Ta-da!"

Both of my index and middle fingers came up to rub my temples, my eyes closing. "Why would you do that? I don't really know how to drive- Zayn, I can barely remember my turning signals from my windshield wipers!"

"I'll teach you, of course." He chuckles.

"So will I, if you want." Yaser steps in.

"Same for me." Patricia says quietly, sounding as if she's now questioning her pitch-in. Maybe she thought it to be too much?

"Me too." Doniya squeaks.

"No, the point is that I want you to take it back. Get your money back and buy a tiger for yourself- or something." I say, holding back a yawn of exhaustion.

"I'm not taking it back. I even got the license plate personalized." Zayn happily tried to explain. "It says 'Marlz 1'."

"Marlz?" I ask, picking out what sounded to be a new nickname.

"Your full names sounded too much for a plate, so I made a cute snip." Zayn smiles and slides his hand across the smooth glossy hood.

"I can't believe you bought me a car-" I begin, but he pouts and cuts me off.

"I'm kind of like Oprah. She buys cars for people all the time and no one ever complains." Zayn defends.

"That's different." I say with a shake of my head.

"I don't see how. Everyone who has money should be like Oprah. She's amazing."

"I really appreciate the gift, Zayn. More than you think I do, but I can't take this. A bracelet, maybe. Even a homemade one would suffice, but a car? That's huge."