Softball... Meeting Harry Styles!

You Aren't My Brother.

**** Nicole's P.O.V ****

Once I hung up with Harry I got a text with his address. I couldn't help but freak out on the inside. I mean is hes going to call off th,e date. Did hes hate me all of a sudden? What did I do?

I asked myself all these questions when I drove up to his apartment.

I stood there awkwardly waiting for someone to open the door. Suddenly it swung open and there stood Harry.

"Oh. Hey love." Hes smiled at me showing me his cute dimples.

"Hey. Why did you want me to come over soo quickly? Did I do something?" Hes chuckled at me.

"No love. Just come inside." I smiled walking into this gorgeous apartment. I admired everything I could see. Suddenly I jumped because I saw four guys about my age just standing there.

"Umm.... Hi I'm Niall." A blonde irish boy said holding his hand out.

"Hi Niall. I'm Nicole." I shook his hand smiling. He instantly smiled.

"I approve of this one Harry." He says with a straight face. I was soo confused of why I was here.

"Well then. Nicole. these are the guys. Liam, Louis, and Zayn." Hes told me pointing to everyone.

"Hi Nicole." They chimed in unison. All except for Zayn. Hes keep his head down and didn't look at me.

"Sooooo.... Can I ask why you brought me here?" I look over at Harry. He leads me over to the couch and all the boys follow.

"We just wanted to meet you!" Liam says happily. "Also get to know you better." Well that was a relief. I thought Harry was going say hes never wanted to see me again.

"Soo what do you want to know?" I ask shyly.

"Umm.. Where were you born? Do you have any siblings? You know stuff like that!" Louis says sitting down next to Zayn. Whom by the way still isn't talking.

"Oh umm... I'm originally from Bradford, England but I moved here once my parents adopted me after I was born. I have a little sister, named Emily and an older brother but I don't really talk about him because he's in jail." Once I finished I looked up to see everyone just staring at me. Then I was hit with an odd question.

"Umm.. Whats your birthday?" Zayn finally muttered.

"Umm.. I was born on January 12th 1993. Why?" I asked him dumbfounded.

Everyone just sat there awkwardly.

Then Zayn finally spoke up and said something I will never forget.

"H-hi im Zayn Malik and I was born on January 12th, 1993 in Saint Lukes Hospital in Bradford, England. I-I think im your brother." Hes looked at me and half smiled. I looked up at him wide eyed.

"B-but no. I dont have a b-brother." I studdered shaking my head.

"Nicole. When did your parents adopt you?" Harry asked me. I looked into his eyes confused.

"They adopted me a few days after I was born. The doctor had said that my birth mother didn't want me and I was given up for adoption." At this point I was soo confused.

"Zayn call your mom and tell her to come over!" Liam tells him and Zayn quickly takes his phone out and calls his mom.

Once hes calls her hes tells us she would be right over.

I just sat there saying 'I don't have another brother. This isn't true.' Over and over again in my mind.