Shreya's POV:

I think almost an hour passed since I became immobile. I couldn't look at anybody especially Zayn. A million questions were forming in my head. The silence was unbearable but I couldn't find it in myself to break it.

"Is this couple that friends of yours, Mrs. Sharan?" Benett showed his mobile to him.

"Yes" Mrs. Sharan whispered.

"Well Zayn and Diya, the mystery is solved" He plopped on the couch.

None here were dumb. They all could put one and one and make it out that Zayn and I were siblings.

"Shreya?" My mother called.

I just nodded my head. 

"I know it's a lot to take in but please don't hate us. We'll always love you because you'll always be our daughter" She sobbed and left the room followed by my father.

"We'll give you two a moment" Stephen said and left the room with others.

"Shre?" Zayn sat beside me.

I looked up at him. He was crying.

"Zayn" I cried throwing my arms around him and hugging him close.

I was sobbing. He was sobbing. We were being a mess. He was in a woman's attire but still it didn't matter because he's my brother. Yeah, that felt good. I've an elder brother and he is Zayn fucking Malik.

"Shush...everything will be alright. I promise" He rubbed my back.

I pulled off from the hug. "I want to see our parents"

"We'll" He smiled.

I hugged him again resting my head on his chest. He held me protectively and kissed my forehead. "I promise you as your elder brother I'll always be there for you no matter what"

"I swear too as your younger sister I'll keep troubling you but I'll not let you get into trouble too" I chuckled.

He chuckled and slapped my head lightly. "My notorious sister"

"Now go get changed. You feel like a elder sister rather than elder brother" I laughed.

"The same to you. Off you go!" He shooed me.

We changed into our casual wear and asked our friends to come in. The three idiots gave us a hug each.

"So what do you want to do next?" Benett asked us.

"Meet our parents" Zayn replied.

"Good idea" Benett appreciated.

"I'll look for your flights" Diya went to fetch her laptop.

"But I want to see Harry before. His phone is not reachable but the boys told he'll be in Holmes Chapel" I told Zayn.

"As you say sister, let us go and meet my sister's boyfriend." He grinned.

I slapped his shoulder.

"So Holmes Chapel huh?" Diya walked in switching on the laptop.

"Yeah" I plopped along with her on the couch. "You guys are coming, right?"

"Of course! Wouldn't miss the drama" Stephen smirked.

I stuck my tongue out. I and Zayn called Simon and explained everything. To say Simon was shocked would be an understatement. Old man had to take a pressure pill. But he agreed with us to keep it a secret from everyone including the boys and then we'll let the whole world know during a free concert which is a few days away. 

Diya told her father about the news and maan he was beyond shock but however he arranged us private flights to take us to Holmes Chapel. After an hour, all of us were gathered in the airport. Benett bade us goodbye and went to his flight to Los Angeles. And we five made our way to our private flight.

I ditched the boys and dragged Diya with me to a corner away from them. As the flight began gliding smooth in the air I decided to enquire Diya.

"So bitch, what do you think about Ziya?" I asked her.

Her head snapped towards me. "Seriously Ziya?"

"So the ship is sailing" I sang.

"No...we're just friends. He has a pop-star fiancé, remember?" She asked me.

"That's fiancée and they're not married. Anything can happen" I shrugged innocently.

"Shre, you do remember he's your brother and I'm your friend, right?" She asked me as if I'm a five year old.

"Obviously dude" I answered her.

"Hence it is impossible" She huffed.

"What? That has got nothing to do with this and I don't mind" I smirked.

"Well you want to know the answer?" She cocked her head.

"Yes" I nodded my head smirking.

"That my darling time will say" She winked and got up from her seat.

I followed her pouting. The rest of the ride Diya literally ditched me. She sat with everyone but me but still that didn't stop us from throwing insults on each other. Time flew and the flight was about to land we all quickly buckled our belts. I was sitting with Stephen beside Zayn and Diya. As usual Zayn closed his eyes tight as the plane sped inclined towards the ground and this time Diya interlaced her fingers with him.

Maan, why can't they date already!?

I and Zayn decided to teach the paparazzi a lesson about assuming things so we were not going to hide from them till we let the world know we're siblings. If they're going to write rumours about us then oh dears they're gonna be very ashamed soon.

We walked through the flashing lights with Zayn holding me close. As expected they began asking questions like if we were dating or not but one question caught my attention.

One of the paps asked if we were here for a double date with Harry and Taylor.

What the hell was that. I guess it must be a rumour. My thoughts were broken when three idiots entered van laughing hard.

"Oh my god they're so gonna go red when they find the truth" Diya laughed out loud.

"I can't wait for that" Zayn laughed along."Maybe we should pre-pone that concert"

"I don't mind" I giggled.

"Now, where's your lover boy?" Stephen smirked.

"Honestly, I don't know" I shook my head.

"I got Harry's assistant number" Zayn took out his phone.

I raised an eyebrow.

"He used to be mine too" He shrugged innocently. I chuckled.

"Hey it's Zayn. How you doing, bro?" Zayn spoke into the phone. "No, I swung by Holmes Chapel so wondered if I could catch Harry"

Zayn got Harry's location and gave directions to our driver. We passed by the familiar route that Harry took me. The location was a bakery. We jumped out of the van to see if Harry was anywhere strolling.

A few paps were on the street. An automatic naughty smile itched itself on mine and Zayn's face.

"Showtime brother" I put my arm around his waist.

"Of course" He slid his arms around my shoulder. My friends split themselves beside us and we strolled the streets together laughing and making fun. The paparazzi were following us and we pretended that we didn't know.

Around the corner I found the familiar head of curls and shrugged out of Zayn's hold and ran ahead. I stood at the corner clutching my knees and panting hard and what I saw knocked the rest of my breath. Harry and Taylor Shift were kissing on lips and there were some paparazzi behind them. They pulled off and he saw me. His eyes widened.

"Shreya" He uttered.

Before he could come to me I turned and ran back and hugged my brother tight hiding my face in his chest. He instantly wrapped his arms around me protectively.

"What happened?" He whispered.

"Harry" I sobbed.

"Why is Harry walking fast with us along with Taylor?" Rahul asked in a confused tone.

"Zayn, I don't wanna see him right now. Take me somewhere" I pleaded.

"As you say" He kissed my forehead and asked the others to meet us in the hotel along with Harry.

Zayn called out a taxi and took me with him to the hotel. I saw the others walk towards Harry who had a fallen face. I clung to Zayn and he didn't ask me a question throughout the ride.Once we were in our private space inside the room I began to sob hard.

"What happened?" Zayn beside me pulling me to him.

"Harry cheated on me" I clutched his collar and cried on him.

"What?" He yelled.

"I saw him kiss Taylor on the lips" I cried out.

"I'm gonna kill him" He snarled.

"Why did he cheat on me?" I cried again.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. I promise I'll be there for you" He kissed my forehead.

"Why the hell are you kissing my girl?" Harry barged in.

Zayn gently pushed me and stood up.

"Your girl? Didn't you think about your girl when you were busy eating Taylor's face?" He snarled.

Harry let out a humour-less laughter. "So that is why, huh?" He sneered.

"Harry, you don't have an idea about what you're speaking!" Diya butted in.

"Oh I do know it well! My mate and my girlfriend are fooling around my back" He spat.

"Enough Harry! You don't have any fucking right to speak about me and Zayn. If at all someone was fooling behind backs it was you and Taylor!" I roared.

Everyone jumped a little at my outburst.

"That was different" He sighed aloud holding pulling his hair.

"Kissing on lips is for lovers. If you wanted to date her you could've broke up with me instead of cheating on me." A tear rolled down my cheek.

"Shreya, It's not what you think" He started.

"Shut up!" I yelled. He flinched.

"Every fucking thing between us is over. You can leave. We'll see you on the free concert and then you can come to a conclusion about me and Zayn." I spat turned away.

Stomping of boots and the closing of door was loud enough to reach my ears. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I turned and hugged Diya tight sobbing.

"He's a loser,Shre" She rubbed my back.

I pulled out of the hug and turned to Zayn, "Take me home, brother"