Rebuilding Zerrie

My Errand

KLOE'S P.O.V.

DAY 2

The Weekend Warrior shirt, along with the jeans, were folded neatly in my arms. Spring was already sitting downstairs, waiting for the boys to arrive. I was sort of glad that it was Spring coming with me instead of my two other sisters because they would've freaked them out.

I saw the minivan appear outside of my house through the window. Faster than the speed of light, I threw on a shorts, a shirt and sneakers before running down the stairs. I was startled at the sight of my three sisters and mother talking to Zayn and Niall with Harry hanging by the door, looking like he would rather be anywhere else in this world.

"Hey," Niall looked up to see me descending the staircase. A smile stretched across his face, his braces evident. He was scheduled to have them removed on April. I dreaded that day like the day I'll die. I gave him a half-hearted hello, mortified of my mother and sisters.

My mother didn't drink but she always acted as if she were drunk or high or something. She was a ball of light that could easily embarrass her five children. She was going on about the story of my first menstrual period. "Because of her tiny boobs that looked like an eight-year old's--"

"Mom," I whispered a shout, widening my eyes as a threat. She merely shot an evil smirk and shrugged. "Have you eaten already?" She tilted her head as she asked them, oblivious to the fact that she looked like a psychopath. "Do you want it stay for breakfast?"

Zayn and Niall exchanged looks. Zayn shook his head at my mom. "No, it's fine..." His voice drifted off but Niall saved him. "We're fine, Mrs. Sutherland," he told my mom. Zayn never really did remember my name. I wished I could say I didn't mind but that was the thing. I did mind.

I minded that he always referred to me as "that girl." I minded that he made me leave when I just tried to comfort him. I minded that we're acting like it never happened. I minded that he never apologized. I minded that he doesn't even care to remember my name. Was it really that complex for him to forget it over and over again? Kloe Sutherland. K-L-O-E. Simple as squeezing a lemon.

"Harry," my mom called. He snapped his head up, all jumpy and stuff. "You haven't been interacting with us much. Is something wrong?" The thing about my mom is that she took human studies and psychology in college. She acted like she knew everything about everybody's minds and how they work even if she never became a psychologist.

The thing was she didn't know how to control her own mind.

Her creative mix of caring mother and monotone therapist kicked in as she spoke to this boy who made me wanna stab a teddy bear and leave the remains of his bed. "You feel as if you don't know us?" She walked up to Harry and rubbed his arm. The usual approach. Friendly but not much that you scare him away.

"Well," she introduced herself, "I'm Kate Sutherland but you can call me whatever you want." Harry seemed more amused than appreciative of her behavior towards him. "Those are my twins, Spring and Summer--"

He scoffed, interrupting my mom. "Spring and Summer?" Harry looked over from the twins to me and Maegan. "Then you must Winter and Autumn."

"You do not know how many times I've heard that joke," I shook my head, disappointed that he even tried to make a snide comment. "It wasn't even funny the first time. Much less if it comes out of your mouth."

"You guys best be on your way," my mom told us before Harry had a chance to snap back. I guess she gave up on trying to make us at least indifferent acquaintances. Thank goodness for that. I was also thankful she didn't hold them captive in our own abode. Trust me. Knowing my mother, she would. Especially if Louis were there.

After a shower of goodbyes and autograph signings for Maegan and Summer, the boys, Spring and I went in the minivan where Paul was driving. I made Spring sit in front as I sat next to Niall with Zayn and Harry at the backseat. "I hope you guys don't mind dropping by the hospital before Zayn's place," I told them. "Unfortunately, my sister's my errand for today."

All quizzical eyes were on my, except for Harry's. "What's up with your sister?" Zayn was the first to ask.

"Does she have cancer or something?" Harry even bothered to sound like he didn't care as he laid back casually on his seat with his arms crossed and eyes wandering around everywhere but me.

"She's got pink spots all over her," Niall pointed out, "Does that have anything to do with it?"

How observant of you, Niall. I nodded. "She's got psoriasis."

"What's that?" Harry asked, finally looking at me, looking sincerely concerned about my sister. As if. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What that on top of your head?" I said with the least bit emotion my tone would allow. "Oh," I said in mock shock. "That's just your hair. My apologies, Afro Jack."

That seemed to shut Harry up, but not the other two. Beneath the corner of my eye, I saw them trying to muffle their snickers. After a bit, Niall turned around and asked me the exact same thing Harry did. Of course, I had the decency to answer him politely. "It's a disease that causes red patches with white scaley things on her skin. I think she was born with it but it only acted up when she had problems with her immune system."

They all seemed to look confused, especially Harry because I answered when Niall asked and not him. I went on. "From her psoriasis, she's had lots of other stuff go wrong with her like liver problems and urinary tract infection," I explained. "Since she was born with a twin," I elaborated, "Summer has it too but hers hasn't acted up yet."

I was already tired of explaining but they still didn't seem satisfied with what I had just said. "Spring got a lot better than she was a year ago but she's been stressed out lately because of me," I told them, "Stress is one of the triggers. It's a chronic skin disease."

One of them spoke up. It was Zayn. "Chronic meaning...?"

"Meaning that it will last a long time," I told them, trying not to sound like a know-it-all, but it didn't really come across how I wanted it to. "Meaning that if not treated regularly, it will never go away. Meaning that if we don't take care of her complexly like the way her doctor taught us to, she might have it for years."

Their jaws were dropped. Mine was too when I found out. I figured it was gonna take a while for it to sink in for them so I played Whale Trail on my iPad Mini as I waited to arrive at the hospital. "Woah," was the only thing that was able to escape Zayn's lips.

We pulled over and Spring guided us through the hospital to her doctor's room. It took about an hour or two for her to be done with her exfoliation. Her doctor even gave me new prescriptions, one of which was medicine they often used for cancer. I sighed and thanked her before heading back to my place to drop off my sister. Then, it was off to Zayn's crib.