Chapter 35

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(Zayns P.O.V.)

A sneeze echoes from the the back of my car. "Bless you" I respond keeping my eyes on the road.

"Daddy?" Brooklyn small voice says

"Yeah?" I reply glancing at her through the rear view mirror.

"I need tissue" I turn my head slightly to glance at her in the backseat. She's had her hands covering her nose.

Please don't be sick.

I grab a napkin from the console, my eyes on the road in front of us. I blindly hand her the napkin.

I pull to a stop at the gates to the parking garage. I roll my window down punching in the code, avoiding the rain as much as I can.

The gates open and I drive through driving to my floor, Parking. I caught a taxi home to put my stuff up and get my car then I went and picked up Brooklyn from Alex's where Grace was.

I take my seatbelt off turning around in my seat to look at Brooklyn. Her face is flushed and the tip of her nose is red.

Great. She's sick.

"Daddy my" she points to her throat "hurts" she adds.

I sigh "Okay, let's get some medicine yeah?" she nods and I turn back around in my seat, putting my seatbelt on and starting the car.

I drive to the nearest pharmacy, which happened to be a good 5-10 minutes away. I pull into a park and turn the car off. I sigh, rubbing a hand down my face. I pull my hood up before grab the keys and get out the car.

The rain hits me as soon as I get out. I jog around the car, I open Brooklyn door. Shes asleep in her seat, I smile at the sight. I pull her hood from her jacket up gently, unbuckling her and grabbing her, setting her on hip.

She snuggles into my side, her head in the nape of my neck.

I close the door and lock the car walking to the entrance of the store. The doors slid open as I walk through, I go straight to the medicine section, my head down so I don't get noticed.

I stand in front of a wide section of medicine.

Why are there so many?

I pick up a children's cold medicine, when I hear my name. I turn around and to see three teenage girls stand in front of me.

"Hello" I greet them with a little smile. All three of there faces are lite up with excitement.

"Omg, is that Brooklyn?" I nod shifting her on my hip. Brooklyn stirs in my arms, moving her head from my neck.

She thankfully goes back to sleep but her face is on display. "She is so cute"

I smile at them, then we stand there in silence. I chuckle to myself, "You guys want a picture or something?"

They all nod, only two of them have spoken. The third one is standing there silently, fidgeting with her fingers.

One by one I take a picture with the girls, until I get to the third one. I pull her into a one arm hug "Are you okay?"

She gives me a smile and pulls away standing next to me and posing as the other girls take the picture.

I notice the girl pulling her sleeve down multiple times. I don't want to question her and she get defensive, so I don't say anything.

"Twitters?" I ask pulling my phone out. They nod and I hand one girl my phone after I open the Twitter app.

While one is typing in their twitters, I chat with the others. "What's your names" I ask no one in particular.

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