A/N: Double update?
          Double update.
Quesoftheday: Do you have any favorite quote from the story?

"Call dad if you need anything okay?" Dad tells for the thousandth time, cupping my cheeks.

"Don't worry dad. Nothing will happen to me when Dr. Malik is with me." I grin looking at Zayn and Zayn smiles in response.

"Take care." I tell hugging dad and walk to Zayn's car. Zayn sits on the driving seat and I sit beside him.

"Liam texted me this morning, a whole sorry poem.” I tell crossing my legs on the dashboard, a thing I only started doing whenever I would be in Harry’s car.

"Yeah, I met him last night at Ashley's party. Harry was there too, we had a couple of shots together before Liam found me on the counter, as he said. Harry was with his friend, I forgot his name." Zayn tells looking at the road.

"Louis?" I ask looking at Zayn.

"Yeah, right. He was with Louis. Harry left the party earlier with him and I haven't seen him after that." Zayn tells looking at me and I nod.

He’s drinking these days, hope it doesn’t become a habit. I face palm myself remembering the fact that I’m not doing something different than him.

After driving for half an hour, Zayn stops in front of a two storied house, a trail of dark pink flower I don't know the name of climbing down beside the door from the rooftop. He parks the car on a side and both of us climbs out of the car. Zayn presses the doorbell and his youngest sister opens the door.

"Hi Safaa!" I smile looking at her, lowering my head a little.

"You know my name?" She asks cutely flipping her hair.

"Yes and your brother has told me a lot of things about you." I pout and she looks at me widening her eyes.

"Then he must've represented me badly to you." She rolls her eyes and I laugh.

"Now let us enter inside little champ!" Zayn tells messing up her hair and she sticks up her tongue at Zayn.

"Oh here you're lovely lady." I'm welcomed by Zayn's mum by a warm hug.

"It's nice to see you; you look more beautiful in real than in pictures." I tell and she blushes hearing this, just like Zayn.

"Where's Doniya mom?" Zayn asks about his elder sister to his mom.

"One of her close friends has gotten sick so she had to take her to the hospital. She told me to pass her sorry to you Snow." Mrs. Malik tells with a sad face and I tell her it’s okey, she doesn’t have to be sorry for that.

"Everyone forgot to introduce the most important family member in this house, Waliyah here! Nice to meet you sister!" Zayn's younger sister comes downstairs and introduces herself with a warm hug just like her mother. I already love this family.

"Call me by my name, it'll sound better." I smile looking at her and she shrugs her shoulders, smiling.

"Let's take you to my room, I'll show you some of my traditional dresses. Bro told me that you're so fond of them." Waliyah tells excitedly.

"Let's go." I tell looking at her and she takes me upstairs.

We both walk inside a room and I notice the whole room is painted purple and full of matched purple furniture. I intend to sit on the sofa beside the window but she gestures me to sit on the bed. I sit on the bed crossing my legs as she walks to her closet.

"Doniya has a huge collection of make ups but I don't have any obsession with them. I'm obsessed with these." Telling this she puts some boxes in front of me.

She sits in front of me bending her legs and starts to open the boxes one by one. My eyes pop up watching all the jewellery in front of me. My dad has bought or gifted me many jeweleries and different kind of accessories, I've seen and worn many rare gems in my life but these are different. They are heavier and the designs are really different. Most of them are made of gold and has a thick shape.

"They're so gorgeous." I tell taking a necklace in my hand.

"And they look so perfect on gorgeous fairies like you." Telling this she puts on some thin bangles in my hands and I giggle hearing the sound when I move my hands.

"You wear this every time you go out?" I ask looking at the accessories.

"No, we don't. We wear them only in family get together parties or during celebrations." She tells hanging a beautiful necklace around her neck.

She tells me about the accessories by one by one and I listen to her as if she's lecturing me about the most important lab session. She takes out some gorgeous clothes too and my jaw drops down watching the heavy embroideries over those fancy fabrics. She pleads me to wear the red one and finally I wear it. Both of us change our accessories and take many pictures together.

"And you know what, then Zayn was........."

We're cut off by Zayn at the door.

"And I was?" He asks cocking his eyebrow.

"Nothing." Waliyah laughs and I shrug my shoulders, rolling my bottom lips.

"Mum is calling you two downstairs for meal." Zayn tells. "And Snow, you've to take your medicines before the meal." Zayn tells looking at me and I nod.

"Are you sick?" Waliyah asks looking at me with a worried face.

"Waliyah please go and ask if mum needs any help in the kitchen huh?" Zayn tells looking at Waliyah and she walks out of the room.

"God has gifted you with so nice sisters." I tell standing up from the bed.

"Looks like my family has gotten so fond of you, especially Waliyah." Zayn chuckles and takes out the medicines from my bag.

He passes me a glass of water and we both walk downstairs after I take my medicines. I’ve been taking this since my personal doctor, Dr Smith has suggested me to. Some anti-depressive medicine or something like that. Though my brother is a psychiatrist, I can never utter all the truth to my nowadays state which includes Harry!

"I've drawn a picture of you." Safa runs to me all of a sudden and holds a paper in front of me.

"Awww.......this is so cute! I'll hang it in my room for sure." I tell clapping my hands and she hugs me hearing this.

"Thank you. Why don't you live with us? It'd be so much fun. We'll play games together. And we could draw together too." She tells while we both walk to the dining hall.

"Okey, I'll visit you guys often and we'll do a lot of things together." I tell bending down in front of her, making her clap and jump at the same time.

We take seats on the dining table and see Waliyah and Zayn's mum comes out of the kitchen with trays in their hands.

"I was going to prepare some unique Italian dishes for you but Zayn told how much you liked lassi when Zayn made it in the camp." Zayn's mum tells placing the tray on the table and I smile.

"Zayn mentioned about you joining the Italian cooking class, good for you! And I could drink Lassi all day long, he’s a good chef." I smile looking at her. In a minute the entire table gets filled with traditional Asian dishes.

"I should bring her home every day, right mom?" Zayn winks looking at his mother and she rolls her eyes, smiling.

"I could make your favorite dishes for you every day if you weren't living in your dorm." Zayn's mum chuckles, making Zayn to look at me and I look down immediately, hiding my smile.

Only if she knew what makes him stay there!

During the dinner, Mrs. Malik tells me many things about Zayn's childhood. Zayn keeps lookimg at her mum blushing again and again when she describes some funny memories from his childhood. He was grown up among women so he always had a heavy women impact on him in everything, even choice of outfit.

"Powerpuff girls used to be Zayn's most favorite cartoon." Waliyah adds and Zayn sends her a death glare.

I'm asked about my family and I describe me growing up motherless. Zayn's mum gets emotional hearing that I was grown up with my father only. She asks me about siblings and I surprise myself by not hesitating to tell that my elder brother left us when I was very young and now he’s back as my father is sick. I feel Zayn squeezing my hand under the table when I get a little emotional while telling all these.

"Excuse me guys, I need to use the washroom." I tell looking around everyone on the dining table and walk fast towards the washroom.

I lower my head to the commode and throw up finally. It's getting worse day by day. I'm throwing up and making my stomach empty almost after every meal. What's happening to me? I wipe my face with a wet tissue and walk out of the washroom. I stop watching Zayn in front of me.

"He's here." Zayn tells looking at me.

"Who? Who's……….whaaat?" I whisper yell surprisingly looking at Zayn.

"I was surprised to see him standing at the door too and he already knows you're here. Mom won't stop blabbering about you to everyone." Zayn rolls his eyes and I keep standing in front of him keeping my hands on my hips.

"Even our best friend is common, you." I smile sarcastically looking at Zayn. "Okey let's not freak out and go to the dining hall. I’ve to see him in campus everyday anyway, can’t spend my whole life hiding inside the washroom right?" I suck in a breath nodding my head.

Zayn and I walk to the drawing hall together and see Harry sitting on the couch, gossiping excitedly with Safa.

"And I can draw on big canvases too. Have you ever made sketches though?" Safa asks excitedly looking at Harry.

"I've made sketches of only one person and I didn't continue it after the person left me." Harry utters the words looking at me and then looks away at Safa.

"Why did the person leave you Harry? You're a good guy. I would never leave you promise." Safa pouts.

"Because the person has to return to my sketchbook again. None can even touch the things which belong to me." Harry tells looking at me again and this time I look away from him again.

"Safa can you please give me a glass of water?" Zayn snaps and Safa walks away to the kitchen.

"Suddenly, what brought you here man?" Zayn tells sitting beside Harry and I sit across him, beside Waliyah.

Every simgle person is sitting here so I don’t want to be the only zombie to hover around the house.

"Nothing, Liam wanted to give you this and he was busy. So he told me to pass you this." Harry tells and passes Zayn a guitar.

As much as I can remember, the guitar is Harry's. I saw it for the first time in the camp, when he dedicated a song to me and I blessed my ears by hearing him singing for the first time. The night my life turned downside up again which was already upside down.

"Are you going to attend the cultural week?" Zayn asks putting the guitar on a side.

"Nope, you're going to sing?" Harry asks.

"Yeah, the audition is tomorrow. You should've man! Everyone is attending, even Liam. We're the host university after all." Zayn pouts looking at Harry and Harry looks at me widening his eyes.

"Everyone?" Harry asks rising his eyebrows looking at me.

I know what you’re planning man, bring it on.

"Everyone." Zayn tells after looking at me at a glance.

"okay, I'd catch up with yaa later. I've some undone job to finish." Harry stands up from the couch and walks out of the house.

I leave a long breathe after he walks away.

"Do you know him?" Waliyah asks.

"Yeah, we're in the same university, why?" I ask Waliyah, smiling.

"No, the way he was looking at you............nothing. Let's go." She tells and I walk with her to Zayn's room.

She shows me Zayn's walls full of his paintings. I look at them surprisingly because I didn't have any idea about this. I know Zayn is a guy full of talents but I didn't know he can paint this good.

Because the person has to return to my sketchbook again. None can even touch the things which belong to me.

I'm not returning to your sketchbook again Harry. I belonged ro you but now I don't want you to be belonged again. I want to be deserved because Now I know my worth, I'm not unworthy.