Sister Imposter → Z.M (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 4

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《Zohra's P.O.V:》

"Please Liam, don't make me go back there, please don't!" I beg.

"I'm not." He says.

"Now, come with me, so the others don't spot you." He says.

See this is why Liam is my 2nd favorite, he is so sweet.

I then follow him into a dark room.

He then turns on the light, which reveals a room with 2 couches, opposite from each other, I then spot a long table filled with a variety of food and soda.

He then sits down and stares at me for a while, which I guess is the hint, that I can sit down, so I do.

"All I want you to do is, tell me why you kicked Zayn, in the balls." He says calmly.

"It's because he wants me to act like his little sister waliyah, and I dont want to be his little sister, I want to be his girlfriend!" I say.

"I understand." he says.

"You can leave now if you want to." He says.

I then thank him and run out the room.

Im gonna make it!

I'm gonna-

OOF! I say falling on the floor.

I then look up to see Harry Styles, blocking the door.

"Oh come on!" I groan.

"Where do you think your going?" He asks.

"Home." I say, simply.

"I don't think so, Zayn is looking for you." He says.

"Do you think I give a damn?" I ask.

"Do you think I care if you give a damn or not?" Harry growls.

"Look Harry, I don't want to hurt you." I say.

He then laughs.

"You think you can hurt me? Haha, right.." He says.

"Okay, you asked for it!" I say cracking my wrists.

I then step back and do a front-flip kick, I then punch him with all my strength, he then falls on the floor, shocked.

"I warned you." I say, walking out the door, I then run all the way to my car, get in, and drive away.

When I get to my house, I unlock the door to see my step dad at the door, looking pissed off.

"Zohra, where the hell have you been?" My step dad asks.

"I was at the one direction concert that you took me to." I say, smelling the alcohol on his breath.

He then slaps me, I then fall on the ground and start crying.

He then starts to kick me, in the ribs.

I then get angry.

I then kick him in the balls, and punch him in the stomach.

While he is on the ground, I take it as an advantage and I run out the door, slamming it behind me.

I then get in my car, drive to Starbucks, that was right down the street.

When I get inside, I order a Cappuccino.

When the lady gives me my coffee, I sit in a Booth and log on to my twitter, @Zayniesprincessx.

I hope this works.

I then type:

@Zayniesprincessx:

Zayn, are you still at the arena, please message me or something, ASAP, I need to tell you something in person.

No later than 5 seconds later.. I get a notification:

[1 NEW FOLLOWER:]

I then click on it.

@ZaynMalik Followed You.

I then scream inside the Starbucks shop, and I get weird glances from everyone.

"What bitch? I just got followed from Zayn Malik!" I say, looking at Everyone.

I then get a DM:

@ZaynMalik:

Yeah, just finishing up babe. x

Babe? He called me BABE!!

I then squeal.

A tall, skinny, pale lady then comes over and tells me to quiet down or she'll ask me to leave.

I then scream again for dramatic effect, take a bow, and say, "Thank you for your hospitality."

I then run to my car, get inside and drive to the arena.

When I get there, I see the boys standing at the entrance.

Zayn then comes forward and hugs me.

"What's wrong, what do you need to talk to me about, and what happened to your face?" He asks.

"My dad slapped me, and kicked me in the ribs, because he was drunk, and apparently to him, I got back home late" I say.

"So yes, I change my mind." I say.

"About what?" He asks.

"About becoming your little sister Waliyah." I say, smiling.

He then picks me up and twirls me around.

I then laugh.

"But.." I say.

He then puts me down.

"But what?" He asks with a frown on his face.

"Only if you, let me stay with you guys, on the tour bus, only until the tour is over, and then I'm moving in with your family." I say.

"DEAL!" He says.

"Glad to be your sister, big brother."