The Letter Of My Story (One Direction)

The Brotherhood

Chapter 10

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I sat up, very much annoyed, someone (Most probably John cuz he does that most of the time.) was ringing the bell non stop. My nose was stuffy and runny, my eyes were swollen from lack of sleep, so I was not in a good mood. 'Hang on!' I growled. 'Stop that frickin' noise or I'm crashing the door on ya!' The bell stopped immediately. I half walked half crouched, sneezing all the way towards the door.

'Zaria!' John stood there with his arms stretched aside, smiling at the sight of me. 'Who's my girl?!' He walked into the room and showed me a page from the newspaper. 'You did it kiddo! That recital last night was incredible. Loved the dive at the end. So realistic.'

'Well tha-' I could not really finish my sentence before I sneezed again. 'Anks...' I rubbed my nose. I crawled back to the couch where I had slept and buried myself under the covers.

'Bless you. This is where you slept? What's the point of having a bed when you spent most nights sleeping on the sofa? Personally, I would take the bed.' Oh, that is why I adore that man. He is so practically and always nagging on little things.

When I did not stop sneezing for a whole minute, his smile faded. 'Gee, you're coming down with a cold. I shall get Bill to send you to the hospital.' He pulled out his phone but I insisted that it was just a small matter. 'Um...okay. Er...if you think so. Do you want me to get you anything? Hot lemon tea? Herbal soup? How bout paracetamol?' He rummaged around the medicine cabinet.

'No need to make a fuss.' I said. 'It's my day off right?' I stifled a sneeze. 'Do you mind giving me time for myself? I think you'd better get out before you catch my germs.'

'Okay, okay.' John grabbed his things and headed for the door. 'You sure you're fine?' He checked on me one last time. I pretended to glare at him and he quickly left.

After John had left, I went back to sleep. For once, I dreamt of something cheerful and random. I was riding a pink fluffy unicorn who jumped over the rainbow and ate all the stars in the sky. Right until it ate me up as well, grinding me up into minced Zaria with it's choppy big teeth.

'Unicorn!' I shouted and bolted up. 'Oh my gosh.' I took a quick glance at my Baby G and gasped. 3:30! I have not bathe yet and I had to get to the boys' house by four! I kicked off the blankets and rushed to the bathroom.

'Oh bother.' I yanked at the strap of my army sling bag that got clamp shut by the car door. Luckily Bill, the driver, did not speed away. Dressed in a plain aqua t-shirt beneath my checkered hoodie, skinny jeans and combat boots, I walked up to the porch and rang the bell.

Liam open the door and greeted me with a smile. He led me to the living room where three other boys sat on the couch. He joined them and looked at me with a neutral face. To be honest, they look quite scary.

'Um...hi.' I said awkward, but I think I have always been uncomfortable among boys, John excluded. I took my seat opposite from them and tried not to make eye contact. Instead, I focused on the interior designs of the house. Contemporary modern look. Overall, it was neat enough for a house occupied by five boys. Emphasis on enough, mind you. 'So where's Niall?'

'He won't be coming back till five.' Zayn offered some information. 'You were suppose to come thirty minutes ago. I guess we got to make do with thirty minutes.' He sounded slightly irritated I just wanted to dig a hole and bury my head in it like an ostrich when it is scared. 'Niall went to see a therapist. See what you did to him? He is actually in therapy!' He suddenly spat out, getting up from his seat, his words were seething with anger. 'All because of you!'