Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

40. The Edward Situation

It was getting late in the evening but the sun was still illuminating outside, the adults and Doniya we standing in the kitchen and sipping on some white wine.

Zayn and Liam smiled and seemed perfectly at ease with each other as if Zayn had nothing against him anymore. As how it should be. They kicked back and forth a soccer ball between each other while Waliyha, Safaa and I sat in the grass of the somewhat small wooden fenced in back yard, opposite of Karen's little garden.

The guys talked about upcoming games and past winners from last season. Waliyha spoke to Safaa about the importance of grammar if our youngest sister was ever gonna take up a career in writing or being a journalist when she gets older.

I sat and picked at my nail polish, most of the color flaking off easily with simple scratches.

The ball landed in my lap only a minute after I had lost my train of thought. I quickly looked up to see Zayn smiling and Liam smirking.

"What's gotten in to you two?" I ask, throwing the ball toward Zayn's stomach. He caught it easily.

"Just having a bit of fun. Wanna play?" Zayn asks.

"What kind of game is it if its two against one?" I respond, leaning back on my hands as the two guys towered over me.

"I was actually hoping you'd take my place," Zayn says, tucking the ball under his arm. "I'm thirsty and Liam has always been the one to play until you drop. I need a break."

"I don't play soccer." I say slowly, questions shooting from my stare as I locked my eyes on Zayn.

Why does he want me to hang out with Liam now?

"Its called football. Just, kick the ball back and forth. Oh, and when he kicks it- try not to let it pass you." Zayn explains. "And, uh.... Can I borrow your phone?"

"Why?" I instinctively pat my pockets until I feel the device in the front left of my jeans.

"I need to make a call." Zayn shrugs.

"Use your own phone." I say gently, getting to my feet and taking the ball from under his arm. "I'm waiting for a Skype call. It's important."

"Yeah, I know it is. I'll give it back in ten minutes." Zayn says, his voice getting a bit tight after my mention of what I'm waiting for.

"Zayn," I sighed. "Really, let me keep my phone on me."

"Fine, I'll use mine." He grumbles before going inside the house from the back doors.

"What was that all about?" Waliyha asks, her eyes flickering to me after watching Zayn leave into the house.

"I have no idea." I say to her with a shrug of my shoulders, twisting and tuning the ball around in my hands. I turn to Liam and place the ball at my feet, nudging it with a kick enough to send it rolling toward him. "Did Zayn say anything to you?" I ask Liam, who stopped the ball with his foot.

"I think he's just realizing that not all people who say they have good intentions are telling the truth and not all people he assumed to have bad intentions are really in the wrong." Liam answers, his eyes staying on the ball while he kicked it back and forth between his own feet.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask with a lift of my eyebrow.

"I dunno what I'm talking about." Liam says with a small smile, kicking the ball my way. With a wide step, I stopped the ball from passing by me and kicked it back toward Liam.

"Well, do you know why he wanted my phone so badly?" I ask.

"To make a call, I would assume." Liam sent me a wink.