Miracle.

Chapter 2- What's Your Story?

Zayn opened the door, revealing four boys fighting over who would sit where on the couch. They hadn't noticed me and Zayn yet, so we just stood there laughing at how ridiculous they were. Zayn cleared his throat and the boys turned their heads to look at us. "Boys", Zayn said motioning to me, "this is Kristin. She'll be staying with us for a while." All four of the boys smiled and waved at me. I did the same back. "Do you mind if I shower?" I asked Zayn quietly so the other boys wouldnt hear me. Zayn gave me a sympathetic smile, "Not at all." I smiled at him then grabbed my pack and walked to the bath room. Once the shower was warmed up, I stripped down and stepped into the hot water. I closed my eyes to take everything in. It had been years since I've taken a hot shower. I used up the rest of my sample size of shampoo and conditioner so my hair would be soft. I made sure to wash my body really well since I hadn't taken a decent shower in a while. After being in the shower for a while, I grabbed a big, fluffy towel and unlocked the bathroom door. I stuck my head out to see all of the boys  looking at me. Zayn got up and motioned me to come to his room with him. I followed, keeping a good grip on my towel. "Here", Zayn said handing me a pair of sweat pants and a t shirt, "we can get more clothes tomorrow but until then, wear these." I just stood there looking at the clothes. What did I do right to deserve being taken in? I've barely even talked to Zayn and he's being so generous. Who does stuff like this like it's natural? Zayn began to leave the room when I stopped him. "Zayn." He stopped and turned around. "I really appreciate all of this", I said. He smiled at me, "Don't mention it", then he turned around and walked out of the room. Once he closed the door, I quickly put the clothes on, brushed my hair out, then quickly squeezed my hair with the towel so it wasn't soaking wet. I looked into the mirror for the first time in a few months to see what I looked like. My hair had gotten longer. My brown waves hung almost to my hips. My blue eyes had faded into a more gravish blue than my normally bright baby blue. My skin was clear. After not wearing make up for about 3 years, your skin doesnt really break out. My long scar above my left eyebrown that stretched halfway across my face wasn't too noticable but I could still see it. I didn't look healthy though. I had huge bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep I got and my cheeks looked like they were being sucked in. My skin wasnt glowing like it used to. I had lost a lot of weight also. I guess that's what happens when you only eat 4 times a week or less. After looking at myself for a while, I decided I should go out to the boys so they didn't freak out about me taking a while. I went to open the door when I heard the boys talking seriously about something. I heard Zayn's voice, "Guys, I couldnt just leave her in the cold. She doesn't deserve to live like how she was living. She could've gotten seriously injured or killed and if that would've happen, I wouldnt be able to forgive myself." "Mate, if you think this is the right thing to do, we wont stop you", I think Liam said? "I dont know guys, I just have this feeling about her like I was meant to find her", Zayn said. My heart soared at hearing that. Sure, Zayn was super attractive, all of the boys were, but he thinks im something special when I'm really not. "She is surely fit, mate!" Louis yelled. I laughed a little then grabbed the handle and opened the door. "Hey guys", I said stepping into the living room. "Come sit", Niall said patting the spot next to him and Zayn on the couch. I walked over and sat down in between them. "What's your name, love?" Harry asked me with a grin. "Kristin", I answered. "What's your story, babe?" Louis asked raising his eyebrows. I could feel my expression drop. Liam and Harry smacked Louis at the same time, causing him to fall backwards. "OWW", Louis screamed when he hit the floor. "You cant just ask people that, Louis", Liam said giving him a serious look. Louis sat up, grabbing his head, "Sorry, love." I gave him a small smile, "It's fine." Zayn sat up and yawned loudly. "Sleepy?" I asked him laughing a little. All of the boys stood up and walked to their rooms saying their goodnights. Zayn stayed with me on the couch. He looked at me with a little smile, "Come lay with me?" I chuckled a little at his attempt to make me come with him. "I think I'll sleep out here on the couch tonight", I said patting his leg. He shrugged and stood up, "You know where my room is if you want to." He then walked to his room and shut the door. I grabbed the pillow and blanket from the closet then laid down on the couch. I closed my eyes as I felt comfortable and safe sleeping at night for the first time in 3 years.