My Brother's Bandmate

Five

Waking up in the morning a smile reaches my face. I stretch pretty attractively and pretend waking up like one of those pretty actresses from movies. NOT. Instead I roll on the bed towards the edge and fall out of bed with a loud thud. Sigh! This hurts so much. I manage getting up from the floor and walking towards the bathroom to brush my teeth. My morning business finishes off in no time and soon I am standing in front of the lift, waiting for it to open, dressed in a checked pink and purple shirt and dark blue skinny jeans. Yeah it's casual, we're just hanging around in for the day. I make my way towards the breakfast area and help myself with some pancakes and scrambled eggs. Eyes searching for familiar faces I spot Liam, Danielle,Niall and Brad seated three rows away from me. I join them and sit next to Brad.

"Morning.", I mutter bluntly and dig into my food.

The others don't seem to mind with my mood probably thinking I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, meaning something bad happened and I appreciate the fact that they respect my space. The problem is I didn't wake up on the wrong side of the bed I fell from it. Who does that. I am not a kid anymore and yet I fall out of bed. Very frequently. Anyways moving on......I can't seem to find Harry around and neither Franchesca. The others had come down during my thinking process.

"He is not coming, dimples. Harry wants to spend some time with Franchesca.", Niall whispers. Oh yeah he wants to spend time with Franchesca alright. I shrug simply and get up to put my plate away. Yeah Niall calls me dimples sometimes because he thinks I have very deep and cute ones. He often tells me to smile so he can dig his finger into them. Once he even tried to put water in them to see if it stayed. Surely it just slipped out and Niall pouted like a child. He really is one.

"Yeah we will have to be careful. Don't worry we won't let him sing for a while...it's the whole purpose of this trip well besides the fact that our fans are going wild......yeah don't worry we got your brother.", I hear while I approach Zayn. What is he talking about? Well there is only one way to find out...

"Zayn", I touch his shoulder making him jump up in surprise. We are in the hallway away from everyone.

"Sugarplum what are you doing here?", Seriously .... what is with the nicknames? Ignoring that fact I try focusing on whom he was conversing with and what about.

"Whom were you talking to?", I ask . I see worry lacing his features for a second before he asks me instead of answering me back.

"How much did you hear?", I shake my head.

"Doesn't matter Zayn, tell me who were you talking to?", I repeat again.

"Well I was talking to Gemma.", he says. That is not a lie, he did mention about having someone's brother's back. Wait so he was talking about Harry. Okay so this is my place to feel concerned.

"What about Harry. Why can't he sing?", I ask him in quick words. His eyes widen probably thinking how I knew he was talking about Harry.

"Wait.. how do you know I was talking about Harry?", He asks, again dodging my question.

"I heard you talking Zayn now answer me.", I beg.

"Nothing I was just telling Gemma that we won't let him stress over the new album too much. He was already stressed you know before all this so Gemma just wants him to have a break and so do we boys.", He replies. Nope I don't trust him one bit. The nervousness in his voice tells me he is lying, but at the same time his answer seems logical enough. So I decide to let it slip. Maybe I am just being over suspicious.

"Okay ", I smile widely. Relief washes over Zayn's face knowing that I believe whatever he said. And that only makes my suspicions rise more. Little did he know that I was planning on finding out the mystery behind all this. Cue evil laugh. Hee hee hee.Okay enough!