Texting Zayn Malik

Coffee, Sassy Siblings and Violet

Zayn's POV

4 days to go for the grand day. 20th of November. Iris's Birthday.

I know, nincompoop.

Such a bitch.

I can't believe you are me

Yeah, sadly. I'm you, like ew!

Poor jealous kid. Never mind.

So,

Gift, check.
Outfit, check.
Plans and meetings, cancelled.
Anxiety level, high.
Nervous, as hell.

Hahaha! My boy, don't worry. Everything's gonna be fine.

See who's speaking. The one who messes up everything.

Ouch.

Serves you right.

"Zain Bhaiya! Bhaiya!" I heard Safaa's voice trying to catch my attention.

"To earth Zain." Waliyha said.

Oops. I think I just forgot that I was playing Monopoly.

No, I'm not an extremely famous, happiness deprived little boy anymore. I try to live my life to the max. Playing board games, watching television and passing time by doing normal things. I try to be as normal as possible.

You're zoning out again Zayn.

Oops...

"Yeah yeah there dumb girl." I retorted.

"Don't show me that sass boy. You're famous outside this house. Inside here, you're no king." Waliyha rolled her eyes.

"Yeah yeah. Go on. Roll your eyes. Maybe you'll find a brain back there."

"Ooooh! Do you need some ice for that burn sis?" Safaa piped in.

I mentally patted myself.

I've taught her well.

Wait wait there man. I have taught her well. Not you.

Being egoist, are we?

Well, you know that you should go and f-

"Pretty boy, it's your turn." Waliyha muttered.

"Guys! I got coffee! Mum's special one!" Doniya entered.

"MINE!" Safaa, Waliyha and I shouted at the same time.

"Jinx!" Again, what a perfect timing.

"Double jinx!" Woah, you can tell that we're siblings by our perfect timings.

"Guys Guys!" Doniya tried to scream over our rising debate.

You know, those debates which begin from who will get the cup with the maximum amount of coffee and end up somehow upon topics like how Two Minute Noodles can't exactly be made in two minutes.

I rush to get my cup of coffee followed by Waliyha and Safaa.

"Woah, it's too hot." Waliyha complained.

"Ooh, Zain, carefully. You'll get hurt little guy." Doniya mocked.

Yeah yeah. They like too mock me by using phrases like 'pretty boy', 'you'll get hurt', 'little guy' etc.

Well, I've got some sass here too.

"You know what Doniya? I like my coffee the way I like myself. Sweet, perfect and way too hot for you."