Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

12. Searching & Talking

Before leaving my room, a distinct 'ding!' sounded from my dresser drawer, where I kept my laptop. I sighed and decided to check what's up. I pulled open the drawer and grabbed out my silver laptop and placed it down on my desk, YouTube instantly popping up onto the screen. My inbox was blowing up more than usual again. Everyone's subject was about Zayn Malik and I cupped my face with both hands when I took in the numbers. You've got to be kidding me! 679 messages?! The bit of the message I could see without clicking on it showed, "Your Her!" "We found Zayn's sister!" "Blue-eyed goddess, you are a long lost sister!"... And so on, and so on.

I pressed the trashcan in the top corner and scrolled down the three options to delete all of the messages. Hopefully, trashing the messages with trash my fears of all this being true.

I closed my laptop and went on my search again, but before I left my room, another 'ding!' sounded.

Are you kidding me?!

I walked to my desk, pulling the computer open while grumbling, "If this is another fuckin message with-" I stopped speaking, reading the subject.

'Sorry for the inconvenience.'

Out of curiosity, I opened the message sent from 'DJMalikOfficial' and started to read, sliding into the leather chair.

"Hi, Marley. I'm Zayn Malik and I've seen some of your videos on YouTube. I'm so sorry for having so many people probably turn your life upside down with this adoption thing, and I'm sorry that I'm gonna be one more person that is added to that list, but your the closest person I have to a possibility of you being my sister. I know this is a lot to take in and your probably having doubts that I am who I say I am, but if you could possibly Skype me, I'd like to have the time to talk to you. I'll be waiting around for the next few hours to hear back. If you don't feel comfortable with video chat, you could just message me back. Any way is fine.

Best regards; Zayn x

Skype: ZMalikIsMe_93"

With my heart racing, I re-read the message a few times before I signed off and went into Skype. I punched in his username and pressed enter, only one name showing up in the exact way its spelt out. I clicked on the name and it went to his accounts page. My arrow hesitated over the green video button and my breath started to escape me. I stood and paced the spacious length of my room, clawing my fingers through my hair.

What am I doing? I should trust my parents with every cell in my being, but why do I doubt them in the same sense? I can't be adopted! But the more I told myself that, the more I knew that I was only trying to convince myself.

I sat back down in the black leather high-back wheeled chair and took in a deep breath before closing my eyes and pressing the button, before I could back out.

My head dropped to my hands while it rang, my hands covering my face in frustration. "What am I doing? What am I doing.... What am I-"

I was cut short by the sound of the ringing stopping and voices echoing through my speaker.

"Marley?" A smooth accent called out.

"Uh, Zayn?" I asked stupidly.

"Yeah, can you see me?" He questioned.

I looked into a black screen side-barred by the blue of Skype. "No, I can't."

"I can't see you either- Oh, wait." There he is. "There you are."

"I see you, too." And it was really him. Some part of me wasn't expecting him to be who he said he was, but another part was pretty damn glad he is. He could be the source to all my worries.