Zayn's POV:

"Down with the squeals! Damn girl!" Shreya exclaimed into the phone as I was about to open her door.

I decided to come back later and turned to leave.

"Don't!" Her curt reply made me stand.

"Diya... I don't know... I'm kinda scared... I know we kissed and I met his family but he's been a bit off lately... We haven't had proper conversations and I've been seeing very less of him..." She sighed.

I leant a bit closer to the door.

"I love him a lot..." Her voice broke.

My phone buzzed.

'I found'

Shit. I opened the door and barged in.

"Hey" I gave a quick greet.

"Hi" Shreya collected herself.

"Is that Diya on the phone?" I pointed at her phone.

"Were you eavesdropping?" She raised an eyebrow.

"It is Diya then. I'm sure she can hear me. Diya attend my call" I responded and quickly exited the room before Shreya can question me.

Ihurried in to my room picked up my wallet and keys and ran down the stairs.

"That sounded like you guys are doing something behind my back" Shreya's voice sounded behind me.

"What if we're" I questioned back as I opened the front-door.

"I'll let Perrie know" Her voice was curt.

"No" I turned and pointed my pointer finger at her.

"Then tell me what's going on between you and Diya?" She folded her arms before her chest glaring.

"It's a long story..."I bit my lip.

"I got time" She tapped her foot.

"But I don't" I sighed. She had her glare fixed and I couldn't look at her eye anymore.

"Grab your coat" I sighed letting my shoulders down.

Her lips stretched into a smiled as she picked Harry's jacket that was lying on the couch and shrugged it on.

We jumped into my Volvo and I rolled the windows up before starting the engine. I drove the car in the most familiar route these days. I pulled over in the parking of the apartment.

"Don't tell me you and Diya hook in an apartment here" Shreya's scrunched her nose up.

"What?! God Reya you need to have your imagination under check." I exclaimed.

I got down and opened the door for her.

"Stay quiet for a while" I said to her and locked the car before leading the way to the apartment holding her hand.

I knocked on the wooden door. The door opened wide revealing the blond detective.

"Hello Zayn" He greeted me and stood aside to let me in.

His eyes went wide when Shreya walked in. He cleared his throat.

"Diya and I were on a video-call and she is waiting for us." He informed and led the way into the living room.

I looked at Shreya and she quickly positioned herself behind the laptop without Diya's knowledge.

"Do you have brains?" Diya's voice roared once I joined the detective.

I looked at her confused.

"Why did you ask for me to Shreya?" She glared.

The blonde man in the room cleared his throat and glanced at Shreya who was looking at us without any expressions.

"What did you find?" I asked him moving my gaze to the male beside me.

"Her parents" He replied.

"Who are they?" Diya asked as my gaze wandered to Shreya who resembled the statue.

"I think it'll be better if Mr & Mrs. Sharan told you about this" He shrugged.

"What?" Diya snapped.

"That will get us a better story" He reasoned.

"Book the tickets" A voice from behind the laptop spoke.

"Shreya?" Diya asked confused.

"Reya?" I looked at her.

She walked around and sat beside me.

"Hi Diya" She sighed.

"I booked the next tickets to India" The blonde detective informed us.

"When is it and I'm Shreya by the way" She shook hands with the detective.

"In three hours. Nice to meet you, Miss.Shreya. I'm Benett Gosling" He introduced.

"Related to Ryan Gosling?" She raised an eyebrow.

"No" He replied.

"I'll wait for you guys in the airport then...Benett send me your flight details." Diya informed us.

"I'll let you guys have a moment" Benett walked off.

"Which of you would like to elaborate?" Shreya shrugged crossing her legs.

"I wanted to find your birth parents since Sharan uncle admitted that he literally stole you from your biological parents to dad and Zayn was there occasionally. It was during that fiasco when you came to write your exams." Diya sighed.

"I hired Benett to dig the details and after a year we found that you're not an Indian by birth but your country is West Yorkshire and today Benett found out who are your parents" I concluded.

Shreya told nothing but threw her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder crying.

"Shush...It's gonna be okay" I rubbed her back trying to soothe her.

"Ugh...I wish I was a witch so I could just apparate there." Diya huffed.

"Being a bitch is enough for you" Shreya giggled as she pulled out of the hug with her lips tugging a smile.

"Get your arse here soon. I'll get Steph and Rahul." Diya smiled and waved us a goodbye and hung up.

We discussed our flight timings with Benett and rushed home.

Shreya told she will inform the management. I threw my black duffel bag on the bed and threw in some t-shirts and jeans along with my essentials and my vans and black boots.

I changed into dark blue jeans and red and black plaid shirt. I shrugged on a black hoodie and grabbed my big shades. Stepping into my black converse I checked my wallet and passport. Diya made me get a visa for six months a couple of months ago for this investigation and Shreya was an Indian so it wasn't a problem.

I walked out of my room and shut the door behind me.

"Going somewhere, mate?" Louis's voice made me jump.

"Yeah...I won't be here for a few days" I replied.

"Zayn, you ready?" Shreya walked out fiddling with her sweatshirt.

Louis cleared his throat loudly.

"Hey Louis" She greeted casually.

"What's going on?" He demanded.

"I promise I'll tell you but we are in a hurry to catch a flight. Can I text or call you from the airport?" She asked biting her lips with her eyes holding innocence.

"Okay but where are you flying to?" Louis huffed.

"India" I replied.