Chapter 3

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๑❊๑ sιsτεr ιmροsτεr chαρτεr 3 ๑❊๑ 《Zohra's P.O.V:》

What the fuck?

My favorite boy in the band is Zayn,  I was hoping he was going to ask me out, but no! He asks me to pretend to be his little sister! He thinks I look like his little sister, for Pete's sake!

"No." I say, trying to walk out the door, but not succeeding, because Zayn grabs my arm, & pulls me back inside the closet.

"Will you fucking let go of me!" I yell, trying my hardest, not to cry.

He then turns me around so that he's looking directly into my eyes.

I then look down at the floor, afraid that my eyes will give away how I feel.

"Look at me." He says.

"No." I say.

"Look. At. Me." He says, forcefully  this time.

I just continue looking at the ground.

I guess he was getting annoyed, by my stubbornness, because he tips my head, upward, so I'm looking into his eyes.

"What the heck is wrong with you, first your happy & now.." He starts to say, but I cut him off by crying.

"Why are you crying?" He asks, worried.

"Just let me go, Zayn." I say looking down.

"Only if you tell me the reason why you're crying." He says.

"Zayn, let me go." I say.

"I'm not going to let you go, unless you tell me, Zohra." He says.

I then start to get frustrated.

"Zayn. Let. Me. Go!" I say, more forcefully.

"No." He starts to say, but I cut him off, by kicking him in the balls.

When he lets go of my arm, I run my fastest, down the long, narrow hallway.

Where I was going?

I didn't know the answer, my brain told me to stop, but my legs wouldn't stop running.

Someone then catches up to me, & grabs my wrist.

Turning around, I get ready to punch him this time, but stop when I see that, it wasn't Zayn, but Liam James Payne.

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