Rose

When we finally arrived into Bradford, I couldn't believe how lovely Zayn's city seemed like. The buildings we passed while driving through the streets seemed old but the historic kind of old. I thought it was beautiful and I could believe when Zayn said he had had a good childhood and youth here.

Not much later, we drove into an area which didn't look too rich yet not too poor. It was the kind of area similar to mine and we stopped in front of a simply yet beautiful looking house.

The door swung open and I noticed Zayn's little sister standing in the doorstep, hysterically waving at us.

"Oh, look who's excited to see you, Zayn." Trisha chuckled and stepped out of the car to get our luggage out.

Zayn smiled tiredly and unbuckled his seatbelt. When I got out of the car, I noticed how everything Zayn did costed him a lot of energy. He did everything very slowly and he barely looked around him.

It confused me a little. He hadn't been home in ages, wouldn't he want to look around? I told myself he was just tired from the journey. He'd come around.

I walked over to Trisha and took all of my bags out of the car, carrying them with me. When I wanted to walk over to the door, Zayn suddenly stopped me.

"Come, I'll carry your bags." He smiled at me. It made me feel warm, like always, but I couldn't let him do it. His mother was carrying his stuff and he was exhausted, I could tell.

"It's okay. It's not that heavy." I returned the smile but he wasn't fully satisfied.

His hand softly touched mine and he slowly took one of my bags. "Rose.. I want to, okay? I'm still the guy here after all." He chuckled.

"Alright.." I still wasn't completely sure of it as I knew he wasn't feeling well, but could I stop him? If he wanted to do it, then so it was. I would be lying if I said it wasn't cute.

Trisha and Yaser were already inside so we decided it was time to get inside as well. I suddenly became slightly nervous, knowing he had two other sisters I had never met. What if they wouldn't like me? It would've been a lot easier if he had brothers.

Though, I pushed my thoughts aside and just stepped inside. They wouldn't focus on me anyway, Zayn was finally home after months. He needed the warm welcome.

And it was a warm one indeed. Safaa, his youngest sister, had decorated the living room and all of the doors with 'welcome home Zayn'. It was extremely cute and when she saw us entering the living room she ran over to Zayn and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Hey babe." Zayn kissed his little sister's hair and hugged her back.

"We missed you Zayn." She said, hugging him tight and not letting go of him. I smiled but I also felt sad. Thought I disliked my brothers most of the time, I couldn't imagine what it would be like if one of them was sick and never home because he was in the hospital.

Zayn let go of Safaa and pulled his other sisters in a hug, who I had only noticed just now. "Missed you too." He said shortly yet really sweet. "Thanks for the decorating." He smiled.

I stared at his sisters and noticed how one of them looked a lot like Zayn, and how both of them were extremely gorgeous. It made me jealous.

Zayn turned around and smiled instantly when he looked at me, "Uhm, Rose, these are my sisters Waliyha and Doniya. Wal and Don, this is Rose."

I stepped closer to them and shook both of their hands, smiling as I introduced myself. "Hey, I'm Rose. It's lovely to finally meet you both."

They both smiled at me. I could tell Doniya was older and that Waliyha would be a few years younger than Zayn. "It's so nice to meet you finally as well. We always heard stuff about you but we never knew who his Rose was." She chuckled.

Zayn gave her a warning look and his cheeks colored red. I laughed at that and felt relieved as they all seemed very nice.

When Zayn was done hugging his sisters, he sat down on the couch and started a cuddle session with a black dog. I sat down beside him as Trisha told us to so she could get us something to drink.

I took this moment to observe their house. It wasn't really big, but it was big enough for the six of them. The walls were white and a lot of pictures were hanging all over them. Mostly from Zayn and his siblings, but from what I suppose was his family as well.

My eyes landed on one specific photo. It was a very young boy, bald head and a tube coming out of his nose which was attached to his shirt. The photo was a quite good quality for around that time, it was beautiful and I was sure it was taken by an experienced photographer. The smile and the twinkling eyes couldn't deny that this was Zayn, when he had cancer around the age of five.

It broke my heart to see, yet it made me smile as I knew he had won the battle that time. I just wondered if he was strong enough this time..

"Beautiful photo, isn't it?" Trisha smiled warmly at me but I felt my cheeks redden as I felt like I just got caught.

"Yeah it really is." I nodded my head and took the glass of orange juice from her. I glanced at Zayn and he was already looking at me with a warm smile spread on his face.

I didn't know what he felt like when he saw the photo, but I just hoped that it didn't confront him every time he walked into this room and saw it.

Warm breath was felt on my hand as the dog's wet nosey was pressed to my skin. I smiled and petted the dog's head. "Hey buddy."

"That's Boris. He's my dog." Zayn scooted closer to me and kissed Boris' head.

"He's cute." I said as I softly stroke his black short fur.

Zayn turned his face to me, "Just like you," He whispered then smiled cheekily, but it was enough to make me blush all over again.

I wish I could be cheeky here too, but since his sisters were both staring at me I just got a total black out and I didn't know how I could fire comments back to him. I hated it, but I couldn't help it either.

So I didn't answer him on that, I just playfully rolled my eyes to hide the blushing. We both sat up straight again and we waited for everyone to sit down. I took a sip of my orange juice and started to feel comfortable, which was a good sign as I was going to stay here for a few days.

I noticed that they had decorated the house a little for Christmas already but not too exaggerating. We didn't really decorate our house either. My mum hated it. I wondered how they would celebrate their Christmas.

"So, you're a nursing student, right?" Doniya asked me.

I nodded my head, "Yeah I am. I work at Zayn's department." Me and Zayn exchanged small smiles and I quickly looked back at Doniya.

"That's cool. I couldn't do it. I already hate to be on that department just knowing the sickness can take away people's lives. Especially those young kids with bald heads." Doniya sighed and I glanced at Zayn, hoping her blunt comment didn't hurt him.

Zayn was slouched back on the couch, his head resting on the back of it and he just looked at her as she was talking. He didn't seem to mind her comment that much, what I could've known. He was positive, we all knew that.

"Yeah.. it's hard, I agree. But they need care and so they need nurses. It's a very challenging department so I quite like it when it comes to that." I smiled at her and she returned it. She shook her head, like it was I was approved for him.

"Yeah, man. Without Rose I wouldn't be here and I'd still have my tube feeding and stuff." Zayn mixed himself into the conversation.

I smiled then chuckled, "Without me you wouldn't have to try and think so hard about Titanic jokes."

"He does that?! Seriously Zayn, you really don't know how to flirt with girls, do you." Waliyha sighed and shook her head in disappointment.

Zayn chuckled slowly and looked at me, "Well it worked pretty well, didn't it?" I knew he was referring to the kiss. I just knew it.

I quickly looked away and just laughed it off, feeling like blushing all over again.

After that, me and Zayn's sisters started chatting about their studies, work, all that kind of stuff. I had learned that Doniya was a makeup artist and that Waliyha was studying childcare. Safaa was in the first grade and was learning how to write and read.

All the talking with eventually their parents as well lead to Zayn falling asleep on the couch. He was still exhausted from the journey and I had noticed he again tried really hard to keep his eyes open, but failed.

We all left him and his mother had laid him down on his back as that was a more comfortable position and it was better for his neck.

Trisha had made dinner and we all sat around the table to eat it. It was a regular English dish I ate at home as well but it always tasted better when someone else made it.

We all started eating and the questions started again, but I didn't mind at all.

"Was he that tired in the hospital as well?" Trisha asked with a slight frown written on her forehead.

I stared at Zayn and shook my head, "I mean, sometimes but it depended when. He was after chemo, but he had a fever that time. He doesn't have that much energy for activities though. I think it's probably just the car ride."

"Yeah.. he's not the old Zayn. I can tell from everything. He was always so full of energy, hyperactive. He's way too calm now." Trisha sighed and stared at her sleeping son on the couch.

I didn't really know what to say to that, but luckily Safaa started talking.

"Can I wake Zayn, mummy? I want to play with him." Safaa asked as she ate her last bit of food off her plate.

Trisha shook her head, "No, darling. He needs to sleep. Your brother is very tired from today. And besides, we're still eating."

Safaa pouted, "But mummy he is always sleeping we can never play anymore. He was in the hospital for so long and he's boring when he sleeps."

"Now is not the right time, okay? You can ask him when he wakes up. Be a little more quiet for him now, alright?" She patted Safaa's beautiful black hair and she kept pouting but stopped complaining.

Of course, being the clumsy person I am, I accidentally dropped my fork on the floor and it fell down with a loud thud, causing Zayn's body to shock and wake him up.

I felt the heat rising to my cheeks but Trisha kept telling me it was okay.

Zayn stretched his arms and legs and looked at us in confusion. He then stood up, walked over to the table and sat down, staring at the pan full of food with a sleepy face.

Safaa cheered, "Zayn! Do you want to play?"

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