Daddy Direction (Zayn Malik Love Story)

Chapter Eleven: I'm Sorry

This chapter is very short but very important. i'm going to try to update more on time but i'm not making any promises.

Chapter Eleven: I'm Sorry

Lexi POV

“D-Damian,” I stuttered out as I looked into the eyes of my baby brother. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him last being that the last time I saw him, he was about 7 or 8. Looking at him now, he was about 16; his face was fuller, his body filled out and it looked like he worked out a lot. His hair was gelled up out of his face and eyes and his blue eyes were lined with tears as he stared back at me.

“Nina!” He ran towards me and engulfed me in a hug. I threw my arms around him and hugged him back, glad to have my brother back in my arms after not seeing him in a long time. I could hardly recognize him if it wasn’t for the eyes; my brother had gorgeous eyes.

“What are you doing here,” I asked him as I wiped away his stray tears.

“I saw you on the news,” he said as he took my hands in his big ones. “I’ve been looking all over for you. “Why are you in here?”

I looked away from him. “It’s a long story that you don’t need to know.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him look at me with wide eyes, showing that he was thinking about something but he let it go. “Whoever put you in here, I don’t know the guy’s name, must really care about you.”

I registered what he said in my head. A small part of me knew that Zayn cared enough for me to put me in here but the bigger part was just mad. “You don’t know anything,” I said under my breath before I could even stop myself.

He turned my head to face him, looking at him in the eyes. “But I do know things, Nina. I got my own place; I moved out just for you. I want it to go back to the way things were before mum and dad made you leave.” The corner of his eyes were getting stained with more tears before they rolled down his red cheeks. I felt bad for leaving my brother to fend for himself but what was I going to do? I couldn’t go anywhere or stop them from kicking me out. Of course, part of me was glad that they did but the other part was so worried about my brother. After I left, I thought he hated me since he didn’t contact me at all. Not like he really could; my parents probably told him bad things about me.

“I wish all of that could happen,” I stated as I looked him in the eyes. It still amazed me how he got the most gorgeous eyes and I was stuck with my poopy looking ones. “From the looks of it, I’m never getting out of here.”

“You’re never getting out of her because you don’t want to change,” he says, his voice and stare now cold.

“Damian, that’s not-“

“But isn’t it? You’ve been in here, hating the guy that put you in here and the people that are trying to help you. I overheard the nurses say something about rape from your chart so I know some things. Whatever happened to you, you need to stop being stubborn and get back to the Nina I know and love because right now, you’re nothing like my sister.” He stood up, my gaze following his tall lean figure as he walked over to the door. He sighed as his hand rested on the door knob. “Please get better. If not for me then for you.” He opened the door, making it creak as he slipped out of it, closing the door on his way out. I don’t know how long I stared at the white door where my brother once stood. He changed so differently; he’s so smart. For him, I have to change; for him, I actually want to get better; for him and for Lea.