I will never be your sister (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

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I sat on my new bed in my apartment with Zayn pacing back and forth. He forced the lads to leave and was here arguing about me mum.

"Zayn calm down" I said.

"Wow that'a weird" I said. He looked at me.

"I've never told anyone to calm down! They always tell me, wow I must be annoying" Zayn looked at me and smiled and hugged me. I tended up and then relaxed.

"sorry" he said. I shook my head

"it's cool" I said awkwardly.

"What are we going to do?" He said. I shrugged and laid down still in my hideous uniform. He then spotted the guitar in the kitchen.

"what's that"

"My guitar" I said shyly. He nodded and headed towards the guitar.

"you perform?" he asked taking the guitar. I played with my fingers in my lap feeling nervous.

"no" I said.

"Are you any good?"

"no" I said. He looked at me.

"how do you know?"

"My mom told me"

"Can I hear you?"

"no" I said. He put the guitar down.

"fine, so why is your mom after you?"

"I don't know" I said.

"How are your ribs?" he asked. I lifted my shirt slightly and touched them.

"better" I said.

"18 years?" he asked. I bit my bottom left lip.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I"

"I'm your brother whether you like it or not, I will worry about you as log as we live!"

"But"

"Seriously Raquel" he said. I burst in to tears.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't know you that well and I was afraid you would leave me because you're so nice and your my brother and I love you" I stopped. I said it, I was now vulnerable.

"You love me?" he asked. I didn't look up until he took my hair and brushed it out of my face gently and sat on the bed nearest to me.

"I love you too" three words I had never hear together in a sentence with don't in between. Zayn stroked my back.

"You're my sister" he said. I smiled.

"You have to trust me" I nodded.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked. He cradled me in his arms.

"Huuuhhh I don't even know" he said. Zayn's strong arms felt protective and even though his grip was tight, I wasn't scared, I felt safer than ever.

"come live with me" Zayn said after a while of watching tv. I turned to look at him and he unwrapped his arms.

"In the mansion?" I said strangely shocked and startled.

"no in my flat, in london!" he said. I ran my fingers through my long hair.

"seriously, leave Bradford?" I said. He nodded.

"With who?" I said.

"the lads! My band!"

"your band?"

"Yeah, One Direction" he said. I looked at him puzzled.

"What's One Direction?" I asked. He looked at me.