Aisha's POV

My hand gripped the steering wheel tighter, it wasn't the stress of driving though.

I can't do this.. I can still go back. My subconscious said as I sensed my anxiety increasing with every passing second. Was it really worth it? Going back after breaking their hearts?

I was driving to the venue when my phone suddenly went off. Liam.. I answered it and put it on speaker.

"Hey Aisha!! Where are you?? I'm alone at the venue with some waiters." Liam said, a small hint of doubt in his voice.

"I'm on the way Liam. But there's still time for the party. Why did you tell me to come early??" I asked him.

"Come on Ash!! Let's have some friends' time before the celebration. And you know there's something important you need to do, right?" He asked. My breath hitched.

I avoided answering the question and looked ahead, the lights on the road making the road seem almost hauntingly beautiful. I knew I had to do this someday, but it seemed too soon. My peace was short-lived as Liam called my name again. I sighed.

"Li, I'm scared. I can't do this.." I admitted, my eyebrows scrunched in worry.

"They deserve to know, Ash. You can't shut them out forever. All of us are meeting after 5 years! If you don't do this now, I don't know when else.." He said. I sighed in defeat. I have to.. 

"Liam, can I ask you something??" I asked nervously.

"Anything!" He replied.

"Is he coming?" I asked, and there was silence for a while. I could literally sense my own heartbeat. Please say no.. I can't face him..

"Zayn?" He completed. I took a deep breath and hummed in response. 

"Honestly, I don't know. None of us know.." He answered. I breathed out in relief. It is good if I stay away from him.

"Please don't think about him, think about us.. Atleast come for our 6 years old friendship?" He pleaded. I rolled my eyes playfully. He was right, for our friendship. Honestly, I did miss all of them. They were too close to my heart to be forgotten about.

"I'll be there in 20. Bye!!" I answered.

"Bye!! See ya!" He hanged the phone. I relaxed a bit and leaned back in my seat.

6 years!! It has been 6 fuckin' years since I met those idiots. How could I forget it?

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November 2013..

The warm rays of sunshine entered through the window, making it seem golden. My sleepy self was disappointed. My foot was just some inches away from the ray of sunlight, but I was too lazy to reach out. At this time in Mumbai, such sunrays were comfortingly warm, and I liked it.

I gave up on the effort and stirred in my position on my bed. My head almost immediately plopped up, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion while my eyes squinted.

It was too quiet...

"Aisha!! Wake up now! You promised me something." My sister Alia, yelled outside my room. No.. not so quiet.

"Yeah I'm coming! Wait na." I hissed at her.

I finally got up from my bed and moved to the bathroom to wake my sleepy-self up. I hate leaving my bed and my comfortable zone, that is my room. My room is quite simple. It has a double bed, a desk for my studies. Two opposite walls and the ceiling of the room are painted with light shade of cyan. One of the blank walls is where I stick my favourite paintings, sketches and portraits. The another wall is still plain white. I wanted to paint it myself, just that I hadn't figured out what I wanted to.

I came out of my room and made myself move down the stairs, past Alia's room. As I reach down to the dining table, I saw a pissed off Alia glaring at me. I rolled my eyes internally.

"I knew you would forget it." She said, with her mouth full of bread.

"What?" I asked her as I reached to take my plate of breakfast, which was filled with delicious omelet.

"It's my birthday today, you promised me you'd make me my favourite cake and a coloured portrait." She replied instantly. I stopped in my position.

Shit.

"Who said I forgot it? Today's Saturday Alia, we have a whole day off." I said, pretending I remember it.

"Yea yea." She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

Ughh.. why did my parents decided to have another kid? Wasn't I enough?!

Yes, we are sisters, we can't live without each other even though we want to kill each other sometimes. But even though she annoyed me, I couldn't give up on my duties of being a responsible big sister. She's 18 now, and 2 years younger than me, but still tries to understand me as any friend of my age would.

"Hey you know what?" She said with a filled mouth.

"Spill." I said, not really showing interest and lifting my glass of water as I finish my breakfast.

"One Direction is touring India in a few months." She said loudly. What?

"One what??" I asked, not really catching the name.

"The biggest boyband on the planet!! Goshhh.. Aisha!! I still doubt you're my sister..." She said air quoting the words.

"Oh!! Me too." I replied in an obvious tone.

She turned the news channel on. It was some band that posted the schedule of their 'Where We Are' tour for their album 'Midnight Memories'. And they had Mumbai city on their list. The tour was starting in 5 months.

Oh!! I forgot to tell you... Alia's a big boyband freak, and one addition or who they are... was her most favourite. She would always try to give me information about them or make me listen to their songs. But I never had interest.

"Mom!! Dad!! I wanna go to One direction concert!!" She yelled which caused my ears to almost bleed.

"You don't need to worry princess, we know how much you love One Direction. You will not get this chance again. So, I think you, Aisha and Muskaan should really go to the concert." My dad said as he pulled his socks up. Wait.. Me too??!

I don't even know who they are....

"Yess beta, we are lucky they are touring India, you should really go." Mom said. Alia stayed silent for a moment,then jump towards Dad and Mom to hug them.

"Thank you so much Mom, Dad. You're the best.. I love you!!!" Alia yelled.

"Wait!! But why me??" I asked, still confused of why this happened. I could stay in my room and just paint, I didn't want to go.

"Come on Aisha... There must be someone to take care of your sister!!!" Mom said, as if Alia was a 5 year old kid. Alia gave me a smug smirk.

"Come on Mom!! She's 18 now." I replied.

Mom shook her head. Great! Now I'm going with my sister to watch her favourite band's concert whose name I can't even remember!!

I move my eyes towards my sister who was now squealing in happiness. My Dad is a business man and my Mom runs a beauty salon. They have always supported me and Alia in our decisions and in return we did our best to keep them satisfied and happy. We are a small, but happy family.

Coming to One Direction, wait.. did I said their name correctly?? Progress! My sister is a fuckin' big fan of them, she calls herself.... Directioner, maybe. Whatever! The only thing I knew was that the band had five members. I couldn't remember their faces. Not even listened to their songs, unless Alia made me listen to them obliviously. I just never understand what Alia sees in them. She was obsessed with them.

Coming to my obsessions, I really had a thing for arts and designing rather than anything. I confessed it to my Mom and Dad, even they accepted my decision of learning fashion designing. I dropped out of my medical college in my second year and joined an arts academy. We are all happy with my decision and I've been enjoying my learning.

"Boom!!" Alia yelled in my ear.

"Aaahh!! What the hell are you doing??" I hissed, covering my ear. She can be a real headache sometimes..

"Language!" Mum yelled from the doorway. I sighed in disbelief.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed and looked at Alia.

"Just getting you out of your own magical world.. come on now, bake me my favourite choco lava cake." She ordered.

I rolled my eyes as I replied "After you.... your majesty."

We both laughed and proceeded towards the kitchen. The rest of the day just went really fast. I sketched a coloured portrait of Alia and gifted it to her. She was beyond happy and absolutely adored it. The day ended with her birthday celebration and we were off to our beds.

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The next day I woke up earlier than usual, before my alarm rang. Wow. I thought to myself. I tried sleeping again, but it didn't help.

I got up from my bed, realizing its 5:26. I had never waken up so early. I went to my bathroom to freshen up. I came out after 40 minutes,drying my hair lightly with my towel.

Finally after much debating with my imaginary self, I decided to sketch, this early. Actually I didn't had a specific time to draw or paint. I did it whenever I wanted. It was almost like a natural instinct at that point.

So I took my paper, my colour pencils and my phone. I scrolled to find something I can sketch. Then, I remembered Alia, who asked me for a sketch of one of the member from her favourite boyband. She sent it to me on Instagram, but I never really checked.... Sisters afterall!! 

I finally found it and saw the pictures. Yea, she sent me multiple pictures.

And my jaw almost dropped. The guy was so bloody gorgeous, not only handsome... gorgeous!! He had hazel brown eyes, with an olive complexion. His light stubble compliment his overall facial features. I'd never seen such a beautiful guy in my entire life!

Without wasting anymore time, I picked my favourite picture of him and started sketching.

After almost 3 hrs, it was complete. My lack of supplies pissed me off a bit, but it was satisfactory. I was giving some finishing touches to the sketch when Mom entered my room.

"Aisha get up its nearly 9:30! If its Sunday it doesn't mean- Wow, Aishu, this is so beautiful!!" she said as she saw the sketch. I smiled at her compliment.

"Yea mom, he's so beautiful." I mumbled staring at my sketch. He truly is.

"Is he the guy from One Direction? Zayn?" she asked.

"I guess so?' I wasn't sure if he was. I scratched the back of my neck, while she laughed at me.

"Its okay... the sketch is wonderful!" She said patting my back.

"Yes Mom, thanks." I kept the sketch on my desk and faced her.

"Enough of your sketching now, come down for breakfast." She said before leaving my room.

I nodded my head as she ordered. I pinned the sketch to the board where my other sketches were present and went down for breakfast.

In the evening...

"Alia come down." I hear Dad calling Alia. I lift my attention from the tv towards him.

"Beta, open the box." He said handing a box to Alia. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Even she gave me a confused look. He usually informed us before giving surprises. Yes, he was bad at giving surprises.

"Yea just a minute." She said examining the box. She opened the box and her eyes widened in happiness. He bought her various gifts of 1d merch. Wow!!

She jumped in Dad's arms and kept the box aside. Anything about the boys can make her happy. How?

"Thank you Dad, I love you so much. But what's this for??" She asked.

"Beta, I'm really sorry. But the tickets sold out in half an hour after the sales started today. I tried my best but couldn't get even one." He said sadly.

What the fu-

"Half an hour!?" I replied, shocked.

"You still don't know our power, kid!!" she said flipping her hair. She laughed, but her smile soon faltered. I frowned at my sister. Dad had tried his best. So she pulled him in for another bear hug.

"It's okay Dad. Maybe, some other time." She said, pouting at him.

With that, Dad smiled at her and kissed her forehead. I felt bad for her. Even though I don't like the band, she adores them with all her heart. Suddenly, I remembered something. I ran towards my room and came back with the sketch I drew this morning.

"Well, I didn't have interest in their music, but I didn't even mind seeing bunch of handsome guys like him, singing their hearts out on the stage. But its okay Alia, I'm sure you'll meet them someday." I said handing her the sketch. She lifted the paper from my hand. Her face lit up.

"Aisha, it's so beautiful." Dad said examining the sketch.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're the best." Alia said as she looked at me, even I couldn't believe she said that. I gasped playfully, making her chuckle.

"Thanks Dad, thanks Alia." I replied.

"No wonder if he sees this, he's gonna love it." Alia said as she handed me the paper back.

If....

"Anyway.. Aishu! When is Muskaan coming back?" Dad asked, and I gave a small smile at my friend's mention.

"A week.. I guess. Just called her yesterday." I answered, and the two nodded.

I sighed. I missed her badly. Muskaan was my best friend from 4th grade. Her parents passed away when she was in 12th grade. Her brother and his wife lived in LA and paid for everything while she lived with us for her education.

She went to LA to meet her brother as she was having pre exam holidays. She studied engineering, while worked in a cafe for part time. From that salary, she would pay our family for giving her a room in our house. We always refused it, but Muskaan would never listen.

We were the same. We had same choice of clothes, same choice of music, except she had no interest in arts. She was the other sister that I had, and that I probably loved more than Alia.

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Hey guys!! So it's my first official chapter and I'm really excited... and please understand if I do some mistakes. Actually, I'm in 12th grade right now, and I will not get enough time to complete the story. But I promise I'll try to update as soon as possible. 

And sorry if I do some changes in the band's life, 'cause I'm new to the fandom!! Enjoy... love y'all!!

And and, I absolutely loved this sketch above. I don't know who the real artist is, cause my friend send this to me. So, credits to the beautiful and talented artist for the masterpiece above!!