[AN: Bekah here! This one is dedicated to my pocket ninja @WolfGirlDream who turned 14 today! She’s probably already in bed, but I wanted to give her at least one update on one story somewhere for her birthday! Love you pocket ninja!]
[BEKAH’S POV]
Zayn finally put me down when we reached Cameron’s front porch. He smiled down at me for a moment. He had the cutest smile. Stop fangirling Bekah.
“Before we go in I wanted to talk to you,” Zayn said. Oh. That’s right. He had said something about needing to talk to me when we left my house. What was so important? I racked my brain trying to come up with why he wanted to talk to me when it finally hit me.
“If this is about my room, I swear I’m not insane,” I poured out. “I’m just dedicated. If you really want I can take it down. I don’t want to creep you out with all the posters.” I wasn’t giving up the pillow, but he didn’t have to know that. I’m a DIrectioner. I can’t just give it all up cold turkey.
“No,” he chuckled, “It’s not about your room although it can be a little overwhelming. I wanted to talk to you about Dylan.” Not really my favorite subject right now. I sighed. “Babe?”
“Look, I know everyone hates Dylan right now. I do too. The things he said to Cameron were just awful.”
“You got that right. I can’t believe he said those things. I just want to—“ I placed my fingers over his mouth cutting him off.
“And I plan to make him answer for everything he said. He can’t get away with saying those things.” I dropped my fingers from his mouth as I thought of Dylan. He had never been that bad before when it came to protecting me or talking to Cameron. I already knew in my heart that he regretted those words. My brother wasn’t a horrible person. He had just made poor decisions and reacted horribly. “But he’s my brother.”
“That’s not—“
“Please Zayn. He’s my brother. I lost my entire family when I was only eight years old. He stepped up when he was only eighteen to take care of me. He didn’t have to do that. He’s all the family I have left, and I love him in spite of the stupid things he does.”
“But Bekah—“
“Just please give him the chance to redeem himself, okay? If he doesn’t I will let you all beat the shit out of him as much as you want. I’ll even find some way to tie him down so it makes it fair for everyone. Deal?” I could tell he was holding in a laugh at the thought.
“Bekah, that’s not what I meant.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Do you ever think Dylan might be hiding something from you?” Where on Earth had he gotten that idea from?
“Even if Dylan were to hide something from me, I know that he would have to have a good reason for it. Sometimes people keep secrets because they know the truth could destroy someone who doesn’t deserve to have their world shaken like that.”
“And what kind of secret could destroy you?”
“I don’t know,” I paused to think for a moment. “I guess if I found out I wasn’t who I thought I was or something it might break me. Don’t worry though, I know exactly who I am.” His face looked pale, and he simply nodded. “Zayn are you okay? Was there something else?”
“No,” he said shakily. “Never mind. Let’s go check on Cameron, okay?” I nodded taking his hand as we walked into the house. Something told me there was a bit more there, but I needed to be there for Cam right now. We walked in seeing the other lads already there. Niall was rummaging around in the fridge as Louis and Harry talked quietly with one another.
