My Brother's Bandmate

Fourteen

"You know I could really use some food now", I speak slowly, my stomach rumbling, begging for food.

"Yeah you haven't eaten since morning and it's 7 in the evening. How do you even survive lady?", he scrunches his brows.

I shrug.

"This is the first time. I guess I just wanted to spend time with you which made me forget about food.", I say. No I'm not a hogger, okay maybe sometimes when I see my favorite food but I'm definitely not like Niall. He eats leftovers of one week , now that's just gross. Oh and how he finds the leftovers, I'll never know.

"Yeah well let's just go get you some food.", he says. I nod.

We go downstairs and into the kitchen, ignoring Zayn and Perrie snogging on the sofa, when did she even come here?
Whatever.

"Zayn where is mumma?", I ask him when we can't find mom nowhere.

"She has gone to the doctor", he replies curtly. Mom's gone to the doc? But why? Is she fine? Did something happen to her? Oh god please don't let that be. Dad's already sick and Mom too? No just no. Okay I'm being my paranoid self again and I need to stop.

Harry's hand slips in mine and I instantly relax. Funny how one touch and I'm all butterflies and birds. But this is different. This is comforting. I take a deep breath.

"Why has she gone to the doctor?", Harry voices out my question. I look at him thankfully. A huge lump always forms in my throat when I'm about to cry and boy is it painful to control myself from crying. The lump hurts so much sometimes and honestly what people think that I'm tough and all is wrong. I'm very delicate like every other girl but some just have to put on a poker face. I can't go crying everywhere and for every reason like I used to , that's just not how the world works. And I would know cause I learnt it the hard way.

Like how I am now, my colleagues don't know yet and I put on a brave face everyday so they don't figure it out. And of course Nikki and Stacey are my best friends. I shouldn't of hidden it from them but Harry didn't want to expose his ill state in front of them yet. I don't know when he will considering there's not much time left.

"He has a checkup. That man might get his plaster off today.", he says bitterly. How can he? Well now I know nothing happened to mom. I thought so many things just in a span of 30 seconds. I'm really pessimistic, and I need to improve. But how? When all the time someone who I love is hurt or taken away from me. First Tiara, then dad got a fracture and now Harry.

Zayn's hatred for dad isn't going away seeing that he didn't even address him properly. It hurt to hear them words from him and I can only imagine how dad will feel.

"What? It's six months already?", I wonder out aloud.

"Yeah, dreamy head.", Zayn chuckles. I smack his head.

"Ow. What was that for?", he asks.

"Nothing, I just simply felt like hitting you", I shrug.

"Well you can't simply hit me", he states still rubbing the spot.

"Why? Does it hurt? ", I mock him.

He narrows his eyes at me and then at Perrie who is on the floor. And when I say on the floor, I mean it. She is dying of laughter and I don't know what's so funny. This girl laughs a lot.