Nash Grier's Sister

Chapter 3

Durrani's P.O.V-

"Durrani! The cab is here!" Mom shouted from downstairs. A cab? She got us a cab? Why can't she drive?

I grabbed all my stuff and took one long last look at my room. Goodbye..

I trudged down stairs, my suitcase making a thump on every step. Reaching the bottom step there stood my mom with the door open.

"You're not coming with me..?" I questioned, I looked out the door. Down pour rain.

"No. Now leave." My breathe caught in my throat. Don't cry, don't cry.

I walked passed her and went out the door, turning around I tell her, "Tell Skylynn I'll miss her. And that I love her."

She nodded and shut the door.

Los Angeles here I come..

After The Plane Ride

"Thank you for flying with U.S Airlines, hope you have a wonderful stay in Los Angeles," the pilot said over the speaker. Yeah freaking right. Walking inside the airport I grab my suitcase, and head outside to call a cab. While waiting, I turn on my phone. One message from mom, two from Jonah.

Mom: Here's the address for Nash's apartment. Bye.

Not even an 'I love you'? Tears build up in my eyes. What does Jonah have to say?

Jonah: I'm sorry
Jonah: Can we talk in person please?

To Jonah: I no longer live in North Carolina.

Finally a taxi shows up, I give him the address and head off. So so much has gone wrong less then 24 hours, I don't understand.

"Miss? Miss we are here." The driver tells me.

"Oh, uh, thank you. Here." I pay him and get out. Then he's gone.

Getting myself together, I look up. Now or never. Walking into the apartment building, I go to the front desk.

"Um hi, I'm looking for.. Apartment 304?"
I tell the lady. The girl looked up at me. Total slut. Her shirt was undone at least two buttons then what should be required, her skirt was higher then the clouds, don't even get me started on her makeup.

She chewed on her gum, then blew a big bubble. Oh how i want to fucking pop that on her face.

Once she was finished, her little squeaky voice spoke, "3rd floor." And that was it.

"Thanks." I roll my eyes.

Making it to the 3rd floor, I find the door 304. I look down and sure enough my hands were shaking. It's been so long. What if they don't even know who I am? They pry assume I'm dead. And with that thought all the worries went away, anger coursed through my body as I knocked on the door.

The door opened and there stood one hell of a good looking boy. Without a shirt.

"Hi? May I help you?" He asked, his voice deep.

I pushed past him, handing him the note my mom wrote and sat down on the couch. I placed my headphones in and started playing some music.

Gilinsky's P.O.V-

What the hell? I opened the note, my jaw dropping to every word I read:

Dear Nash,
The girl who just walked into your apartment is your sister. I know, she has changed. But I couldn't take her anymore, not with the way she acts, especially around sky. It's irresponsible. She'll be staying with you on tour, if she becomes too much, leave her. She'll grow up soon.
Love you and Hayes so much,
Mom x