Miracle.

Chapter 3- I Couldn't Sleep

I woke up around 3 a.m. with the worst stomach ache ever. I hurt to even move an inch. After trying to figure out what could have been causing it, I remembered that I havent ate since 3 days ago. I slowly made my way to the small kitchen the boys had in their suite. The first thing I grabbed was an apple. It had caught my eye and at this point, I wasn't picky on what I wanted to eat. I think it took me all of 2 mintues to finish the whole thing. I decided I could wait till a few hours to eat, so I grabbed a water and went to go lay down again. I felt much better once I finished my water and my stomach wasnt completely empty. Even though nothing was wrong, I couldn't fall back asleep. Before I knew it, I was walking to Zayn's room. I slowly opened the door and walked lightly to his bed. I grabbed the corner of his blanket and snuck my way to lay down in his bed. He began to stir a little bit, so I stopped moving until he stopped. Once he did, I laid down slowly. "Hey babe", Zayn said a low sleepy voice. "Hey", I whispered back, "I couldnt sleep." He scooted over a little bit, giving me more room, "I understand. Sleep tight." Before I knew it, I was drifting off into a nice, peaceful sleep.

I was woken up by the sound of people shouting. I laid in bed trying to figure out who it was. After listening for a few minutes, I realized it was Louis and Liam. I pushed the blanket off me and walked out of Zayn's room to the kitchen. I walked to the counter and sat down on one of the bar stools. Louis and Liams hadnt noticed I was there until I spoke up, "Morning boys." They both jumped and turned around with wide eyes. I gave them a smile and waved my fingers at them. "Hey Kristin, sorry you had to hear us. Louis doesn't know how to make bacon obviously", Liam said rolling his eyes at Louis. Louis threw down the package of bacon, "You don't fry it, you put it in the oven. Its much easier and better that way." They continued with their argument, so I went to the little lounge area and turned on the tv. I was watching the news when a story came up that interested me. It was about my old foster home. I felt my stomach turn as the news crew went through the house, making it appear to be all friendly and bright when it's the exact opposite. When I was 15, I had enough of the foster home so I left. It was hard to hide from them but I made it work. They are a lot of hidding places in New York. Since I turned 18 last month, they stopped looking for me. I was able to do whatever I want and no worry about being caught. I still get strange looks from people but I got used to it. After hearing enough on the home, I turned the channel and began watching some kids show. I began to play with my hair, tuning out the show. "Good morning, sunshine", Zayn said sitting next to me on the couch, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I stopped braiding my hair and hugged him, "Morning". I smiled up at him seeing his hair was a mess and he was wearing his glasses, which were adorable on him. I hadnt noticed we were sitting there for a while until Louis yelled at us, "Are you just gonna sit there or are you going to eat?" We both laughed and Zayn helped me up off the couch as we made our way to the kitchen.