Zayn's POV:

A alarm sound ringed in the air waking me.It was Shreya's phone she snoozed it and dozed of on Harry again.A arm tightened it's grip around my waist.Diya's face was in the crook of my neck and our arms were wrapped around each other.

I gave her a gentle shake.She slapped my chest then understanding dawn upon her because she opened her eyes and disentangled herself and sat up.

"Go and shower first..if both of us are missing people will assume"I whispered.

She nodded her head and sprang up leaving the room closing the door softly behind her.The feeling of home seeping away from me.

After we eavesdropped on Diya and Shreya's fathers conversation we took it as our duty to find out who are Shreya's real parents.Stephen and Rahul knew about this too but they couldn't get involved much due to college. None of the other Londoners knew about this.I used to leave the band every now and then without notice to either meet Diya or to check on something that would reveal Shreya's parents.

We went through every record of Sharan but we found nothing about him adopting Shreya.We tried to check on his friends's records the whole of last year and still found nothing.But this investigation only bought me and Diya closer.We were great friends.We could share anything among us but I had a girlfriend and that pissed me at times.

I love Perrie so much but she doesn't give me the feeling of home the way Diya does.I've made love to Perrie but when Diya hugs  me the feeling is overwhelmed.I don't know what the fuck I am doing but I definitely do not want to play with two girls' life.Perrie gets insecure whenever Diya is around but she's just too sweet and good too.Both the girls are fucking precious jewels.

My phone vibrated beside my pillow.It was Perrie.I declined the call and got up leaving the room shutting the door bang.

I swear I saw Louis and Niall jump up and heard Shreya curse.

Oops.I chuckled and walked to my room.I brushed my teeth and took my time in the shower washing my hair slowly and gently.My upper body was mostly inked covering the tanned skin.I stepped out of the shower and towel dried my body wrapping it around my waist.

I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a black tank top shrugging a black leather jacket over it.I messed my wet hair a bit and it looked good so I let it be that way and tugged on my black boots and left my room with my phone and shades in hand and my wallet in pocket.

I walked into the kitchen and found Shreya cooking."Good morning"

"Good morning"She replied turning to give me a smirk."How did you sleep?"

"Good"I stretched my arms.

"Thought so"She placed a plate before me.

"Huh?"I asked her confused.

"What happened to the I fucking hate morning Zayn I knew?"She air-quoted her words.

"Absent I suppose"I teased her.She rolled her eyes.

"I'm watching"She pointed her index and middle-finger at her eyes and the at me.

"Watching who?"Liam walked in.

"A bad-boy"She replied cheekily before laying the break-fast at table.

They were South-Indian.Shreya cooked South-Indian every now and then.Today it was those white,fluffy things called idly and coconut chutney and the gravy she called sambhar.She was still whisking some white batter with a laddle.

"Shre,since when you started cooking something edible?" Diya walked in.

Shreya threw a paper napkin at her."I was always the good cook among us"

"Your records doesn't say so madam"Diya accused her sitting beside Liam.

Shreya raised an eyebrow and proceeded on cooking.

"How about the time you served us black dosa instead of brown and called us racists for complaining."Diya smirked helping herself to food.

"Diya if you had missed those black dosa you should simply ask I can always prepare that for you"Shreya said sweetly and that shut her up.

I chuckled.

We all had our breakfast together teasing each other when Harry got a call from the management.He wasn't too happy with whatever they told.

The private investigator that I had hired had sent me a text.

I got something.Meet me in my house.

I forwarded it to Diya.

"I am working with a new producer so I'm leaving."Shreya announced taking off her apron.

"Who's that?"Louis asked doing the dishes.

"Simon wouldn't tell me"She replied smoothing her top.

"All the best"Diya gave her a hug.

"Sorry"Shreya mumbled to her.

"It's okay,I got errands too"She replied. 

She and Harry waved at us and left.Liam left next to meet Sophia and Louis followed trail to drop Eleanor at college.Niall went back to his room so I lead Diya out of the house and jumped into my black range rover.

I parked the car in the parking-lot of the apartment and walked out making our way to the elevator.Diya kept fumbling with her hands and hair.She was anxious.

I knocked the door twice and it swung open.The young blonde ushered us in and took his seat on the couch before us.

"I investigated on Sharan's trips he took in the month Shreya was born.He and his wife were not in India at the time of Shreya's birthday.So Shreya's parents are not Indians."He explained his theory.

"What?"An astonished Diya whisper-yelled.

"Sharan and his wife were in West Yorkshire.They left the country the very next day Shreya was born that is on 6th January."He added information.

West Yorkshire was my country.Damn it!

"West Yorkshire is Zayn's country"Diya voiced my thoughts.

"Yes.I'm aware.I'm trying to find out the city they visited,our work would be soon done if we find that."He shared his thought.

"I think I know who can tell us the city they visited."Diya bit her lip.

"Who?"I asked.

"Mrs.Sharan"