This, is Touri Cowell.

Mummy and Daddy Dearest

The boys had told me the whole story. The crazy red-head that me and Zayn were talked to went attention crazy and shot us up. Nobody else was hurt. Just me, I just wanted to sleep. And sleep. And sleep some more. And that's what I was doing right now. I didn't want to open my eyes just yet. It felt kind of nice, that moment I felt the love of the people in the room. The genuine care and worry, I knew that those five boys were in there along with my uncle and Justin. I kept my eyes closed as I heard Niall, his voice muffled a bit,

“This hospital cake is kind of good!”

“Niall, that was Touri's!” Liam hissed to him.

I heard metal clanking again and the a small tap on the door. I heard footsteps and then someone open the door. I heard Simon curse to himself as a female voice rang through the room,

“How is she?” Her voice was scratchy and hard on the ears and she had a tinge of a new york accent.

“The doctor said she'll be fine, she's just taking a nap.” Simon said before anybody else could.

“Does she have a will yet?” a male voice boomed from the corner of the room. I knew who it was. The thick Irish accent was hard to miss. That was my dad, no doubt about it. I didn't want to open my eyes. I just wanted them out of here. My mother was a crack head, and my father was a drug dealer and they were both greedy as fuck. I wanted nothing to do with them. I sent a silent plead to Simon to try to get them out of here. My dad and Simon were now arguing over something and I heard my mom trying to coax my dad out of it. Finally I head Harry,

“Alright you guys! Stop it! We're here for Touri, show a little respect.”

I heard a few huffs and there was a few moments of silence before I heard the door open and then close. I sighed with relief and opened my eyes. Zayn lifted his head of the foot of my bed and looked at me,

“Good morning.” He smiled sweetly.

“Hi.” I said softly, “Where the fuck did those greedy crack heads go?” My face hardened.

“They went down stairs to wait for you to wake up.” Simon said looking up from his phone.

“I don't want them here.” I whined.

I scooted over in my bed and made room for Zayn. I slid into the empty spot next to me and my uncle reminded me,

“They are your parents. You have to give them credit, at least they came.”

I scoffed, “Yeah, they came to see if I put them in my will... I didn't... I don't even have a will! Paul!” I screamed for him.

“Yes?” The our tall “babysitter” peeked into the room.

“Could you tell me before parents come back in? Like when they're down the hall.”

“Yes, of course.” He said very plainly before closing the door. I sighed and curled into Zayn and played with his hand.

Zayn's POV

Touri was Touri again. Well... Somewhat. She was herself the Touri that I knew before all of the fame. She knew me cared, and she knew that we were there for her no matter what. It was true, Me, her, Liam, Louis, Harry stayed in the hospital with Niall when he got his tonsels removed. We weren't going to leave her when she got shot by some psycho fangirl. She tangled our hands in and out with a blank stare. After about 30 minutes Paul poked his head in to warn of of her mum and dad's arrival. She scooted closer to me and tried not to disturb her “Bad arm” and shut her eyes. There was a small tap on the door and we all glared at the people entering the room. I didn't like her mom... Or her dad... At least not any more. Her mom was skinnier than I remembered. When I was younger I remember her full face and perfectly tanned skin, her legs were long but they still had a bit of meat on them her hair fell down her back the same way Touri's did. Now, she was pale, a ghostly pale her face was sunken in and her hair was frazzled and straw-like. Her lips were once full and smooth, much like Touri's (Who's was kissable and soft.) now they were thin and they were red indicating that she had been biting them. What if Touri turned out like her? Fragile, unhealthy and skinny. Not the pretty skinny, the scarecrow skinny. Her dad was tall, he was heavy-set too. He waddled a bit when he walk and there were 3 names on his arm all underneath a tattoo of hands, folded praying. “Touri, Edward, and James.” Does Touri have brothers? He had firey red hair but not too bright, just enough to call it “Strawberry blonde.” he eyes shown blue with the familiar green specks. I felt her cringe a little when her mom reached her skinny, white fingers to touch her face. I watched Touri's face resist turning up in disgust. Her dad frowned at us together. I looked up at him and smiled, knowing it would piss him off. I observed Harry stare at his arm,

“Nice ink,” He said, “Who's Edward and James?” Harry raised his eye brows.

I could see Touri's brows crinkle together. My grip tightened on her hand. I waited for his dad to answer but her mom beat him,

“It's the name of Touri's brothers. They live in New York, they're twins, they're 2.”

Wait, what? I knew Touri's mad right now, she's always wanted a little sibiling. She and Lux (Our stylist's daughter) were the best of friends. Hally was her first work Ori was her second.