Hidden (UN-EDITED; on hiatus indefinitely, sorry)

Chapter Eighteen

It's funny how time passes by when you and up watching half of the Harry Potter series. It took about ten hours... totally worth it for a classic.

Once it was over, it was 5:00 p.m. and the boys were hungry for something other than popcorn and coke, so Zayn whipped out his phone and ordered pizza. The boys were watching Animal Planet and Zayn was writing a song.

"Can I borrow your laptop?" I asked him. He looked up at me.

"Yah, sure. It's in my room, under the bed."

"Thanks," I said as I walked down the hall and into his room. I took his laptop out and sat on the bed. It was already on. I laughed as I saw he had been stalking his fans, looking at their comments on his music videos. I opened a new tab on firefox and thought. then, I went to youtube and looked up Because of you by Kelly Clarkson. The song reminded me of Xavier. I laughed when I saw in the 'related videos' section I knew you were trouble by Taylor swift. I had to click on it and, before I knew it, I was singing it so loud Zayn actually come in to see if I was okay. (I guess I was a bit off key...?)

He walked in just staring at me like 'what the hell are you doing?' but just laughed when he saw that I was just going crazy over a song.

"You know, Michelle would be screaming her head off right now just because this song was on. She loves Taylor." he said to me. I just laughed.

"Here," he said taking the laptop and typing in a new search, "I think this song suits your voice better." He handed the computer back to me and the song Our song by Taylor Swift. I smiled and began to sing it. He pulled up his guitar and played it to the song. It was the most fun I had in a while.

"Oh my god." I said afterwards, "I haven't heard this in forever." He laughed.

"Me either. Actually, I just saw it in related videos, so I guess I kinda cheated." I rolled my eyes.

"So... wha-"

"PIZZAAAAAAAAAAA" Niall shouted, cutting me off. We looked at eachother and raced into the living room. Me being me, wearing socks and running on a hard wood floor, slid and fell flat on my back as soon as we reached the living room.

"Ugh, that hurt." I said, sitting up and rubbing my head.

"You okay?" Zayn asked, holding out his hand. I took it and stood up.

"Yeah, I'm fine..."

By the time I had walked over the the Pizza box, half of it was gone. I took a slice of hawaiin and sat down on the couch. The news was on again, and the reporters were talking about valentines day, which was only a few weeks away. They were talking about how they loved to do arts and crafts with their families.

I sighed. My own family was gone. I'd never get to do those things with them again.

I guess I zoned out, like alot, because Zayn started waving his hand in front of my face.

"Brooke..."

"Huh?" I asked, still thinking.

"The boys want to start the other half of the series. Unless you want to get sucked into that, I suggest we go do something else."

"... Alright."

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I put on a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt with a black heart on it, and some converse (all of which Louis had prepared for me). Then, I brushed out my hair and walked into the livingroom to see Zayn wearing his plaid shirt, jeans, and his pair of red Nikes.

"Let's go," he said, holding out his hand. I smiled and held it as we walked out.

The rain had finally died down and we walked over to the park. Since it was about 6:00 by now, not many people were there, so Zayn was able to take off his sunglasses. We walked over and sat on the park bench... Only to realize it was still wet. I laughed and stood up immediately, trying to wipe the wetness off my... erm... bottom. We both laughed because it was just that funny.

We walked over to the swings and sat down... after wiping them off of course. We sat on them and just talked; laughing about fans, the other boys, music... And then we got to the subject of family.

"Hey, do you know if anyone from your past lives around here? Maybe you could go see them." he said. I looked away.

"I didn't really have many friends other than my family... and their gone now." I watched as a little girl and her mother skipped down the sidewalk holding hands, the little girl stopping to jump in puddles every now and then. She reminded me of my little sister.

There was an awkward silence. Then, he got up and held out his hand.

"Come on, it's getting late..." I tok his hand and we walked back to the hotel. Once there, I changed into some sweats and a tank top and went to bed with him by my side. I thought about my family... It made me feel really sad, too.

But if you think that was depressing, wait untill you hear my dream.