Harmonies

*WARNING*
This book may contain sensitive content. If you find Christianity offensive at any terms

DO NOT READ!!

Harmony's P.O.V.

I was sitting in bed reading my Bible. I was at Psalm 139:17:

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them.

I often read my Bible. It helped me get through my brother being gone.

And before you ask. No, my brother isn't at war, or in the hospital, or helping people who have been involved in a natural disaster.

My brother is in a.....

Boyband.

You may have heard of him. His name is Zayn. Zayn Malik.

*BEEP*BEEP*my blue iPhone 5c rang. Signaling that I got a text message.

I checked who it was and it was Zayn! I was so happy! We don't talk much. We have 'different families'

*flashback*

I was laying in my bed. Sobbing. My parents were fighting again and I was only 6. Zayn was 8 and was singing to me to calm me down.

His angelic voice was cut off by my fathers voice,"THATS IT! IM DONE!"
He barged into my room and tore me away from Zayn by my hair.

Tears pricked into my green/hazel eyes with the pain and the fact he was pulling me away from my rock that kept me grounded to sanity.

"ZAYNIE!" I screamed to him.

"ANGEL!" Zayn screamed back.

As my father pulled me to the door my mother came to stop him.

But as soon as she approached him he slapped her, unconscious.

"MOMMY!" I screamed to her. She didn't respond.

And that was the day the abusing started.

*end of flashback*

That happens 12 years ago. And for 8 of those years I lived with my father, my abusive father.

Anyway, back to Zayn.

Zayn: Heyy angel how r u

Me:pretty good u

Zayn: terrible

Me:WHY IS U SAD

Zayn: I miss u :'(

Me:Awww I miss u 2

Zayn:so given we both miss each other I have a surprise

Me:wat

Zayn:UR COMING TO LIVE W/ MEEEEEEE

Me:NO WAY

Zayn:to late

Me:wat do u mean to late

I was cut off by a knock on my door.

"Uhhhh!" I said,annoyed. I got up and walked, more like trudged, over to the door.

I opened it to reveal.

ZAYN!?!??

"ZAYNIE!" I screamed and hugged him

"MY ANGEL!" He screamed and hugged me back.

"C'mon. We're gonna miss our flight." Zayn said.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH! What do you mean 'we're gonna miss our flight' my bags aren't packed!" I argued.

"We'll just buy you a new wardrobe later." he said like it was no problem.

"But my bible!" I screamed.

"Oh yeah you go grab that, your phone and a bag and then we'll be on our way." Zayn said.

"Okay."

I ran to my room, grabbed my phone my Bible and my favorite backpack.

Put everything in it and walked back to Zayn.

"Ready?" Zayn asked.

"Most defenately" I said my Irish accent kicking in.

"Great" Zayn said.

We walked to the lift, and went down to the lobby of the apartment building.

We then walked to his black hummer.

"Alright. Hop in." He said.

I did as he said and buckled up.

We drove to the airport and waited for our flight to be called.

"Want to go get some coffee?" Zayn asked, pointing to the Starbucks.

"Sure." I answered.

As soon as we got to the Starbucks, our flight was called.

"Flight 446729908 to London ready to board." The intercom blasted.

"That's us." Zayn said.

"WE'RE GOING TO LONDON!?!?"

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A/N

So yea this is my new book

ZAYN AND HARMONY ARE DIFFERENT RELIGIONS THEY GREW UP IN DIFFERENT HOUSES!!

And Harmonys name isn't Angel that's just Zayns nickname for.

Uhm moo?

TOOTLES