As I ran from my apartment I think what could have my father me at by '' You guys aren't brothers your not even my son '' and what about the voice? Its the same voice from last time.
I don't notice where I'm going, but I bump into someone and as I do it feels like the world stops, it's still going but if feels like its just the two if us.
It's the same women from my dream. But how?
" who are you" I ask
"I am your angel sent here from heaven to watch over you" she responds
"Why are you here?"
"To take care of you Niall"
"How do you know my name?"
"Because I am your angel"
"Your the same person from my dreams"
"Yes that is one way for you to see me or a way I can reach you"
"Last time why did you say they where keeping secrets?"
"So you found out?"
"Is it true that they are not my family"
"I told you they were keeping secrets"
"How do you know all this"
"Because I know everything that's going to happen and already happened"
"How?"
"Beware if him, they don't want you, but his son didn't mean harm or his friends"
"What are you talking about"
"The boy's your brother" what is she saying did she mean Greg?
"You mean Greg"
"No Zayn " what?
And with that everything came back. I was knocked out of my thoughts by someone bumping into me.
"Sorry"
"Mhm" is all they say, but as they turn back their eyes widen and they rush out. But, I do something that I know I would regret,later, I follow them...Both of them. Yes, there was two, but who are they? That what i'm going to find out.
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(Zayn's POV)
I haven't been able to sleep since I found about Niall, i've been thinking about it so much that I gave myself a headache. I decided to take my mind off of things and I plug my ipod into my speakers and put my favorite song and sang along with it.ANd while hearing this song I thought of Niall? Why would I dod that?...
When I was in the 3rd grade
I thought that I was gay
Cause I could draw, my uncle was
And I kept my room straight
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She's like, "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-K"
Trippin', yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she
A bunch of stereotypes all in my head
I remember doing the math like
"Yeah, I'm good a little league"
A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant
For those who like the same sex had the characteristics
The right-wing conservatives think it's a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made, rewiring of a pre-disposition
Playing God
Ahh nah, here we go
America the brave
Still fears, what, we don't know
And God loves all His children
Is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written
35 hundred years ago
I don't know
