My Brothers Bestfriend.

Chapter 4: The Horrible Truth.

this chapter will be a little explanation of the whole zayn thing.  

But I will continue writing the next chapter straight after this one and it should be up later tonight :)

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* Alyssa's point of view *

Zayn.

That name haunts me.

I feel funny whenever I hear it.

I remember that day so clearly.

It was four months ago.

A girl, Elise, threw a party and invited everyone in out school. She made a special effort to invite me because she thought I would of brought my brother and the boys. It didn't happen though.

It was a masquerade party, which means we all wore masks. No one knew who anyone was, which worked out better for me. I felt apart of something. Girls spoke to me like they were just using me to get to my brother. Boys flirted with me and gave me drinks. I felt like a new person.

It was up until I went outside for some fresh air.

I sat down on Elise's letter box and took a long breath. I remember wondering what life would be like if I wasn't a Payne. If my brother wasn't a multi millionaire who was in the worlds biggest boy band of all time. I wondered what it would be like to be a real girl.

I heard snickers behind me. I turned my head and found a group of 5 boys staring at me with big grins on their faces. Even in the dark, i could tell that they were all tanned and had brown hair. They would have to be jocks. I gave them dirty looks and turned my head back.

I heard foot steps behind me. I turned and was face to face with one of the boys. The tallest one out of the group. His mask covered half his face, exposing his mouth and the right side off his cheek.

He placed his hands on my thighs. I brushed them off and he chuckled. He leaned in close to me so that his lips were gently placed on the top of my left ear. Even then, I could smell the bitter alcohol in his breath.

"What's your name?" His deep British accent rang in my ear.

Quick, make up a name!

"Monique." My voice squeaked. I hope he didn't think I was lying.

"That's a pretty name, for such a pretty girl."

He brushed some hair off my mask. he looked deep into my eyes. I studied his. They were a dark brown color. They were beautiful. But something wasn't right. They seemed familiar. Maybe someone I'd seen at school. No. I don't stand anywhere near boys at school, let alone notice the eye color of one.

"You know what I do to pretty girls, Monique?" His voice snapped me out of my trance.

Funny. His voice sounded familiar too.

I shook my head slightly and he laughed.

He grasped his hand around my wrist. I tried to shake free but he gripped tighter with every movement. I yelped as he did. It seemed to amuse him. He brought me over to where the other boys were standing.

" Alright boys, this ones mine. " I knew him. The voice was so familiar. where have I heard it?

The boys clapped and cheered. It want until one boy said his name that I figured out the mystery boy.