Angels {z.m}

5.Do I believe?

"You're living a lie"

Zayn left the bathroom after a couple minutes taking the "first" shower of his life. I had put his clothes on the washing machine and now I was ready to make a fast pizza so we could eat and stay talking maybe a little. His bed was already ready too, warm white sheets in case he was cold in the middle of the night.

"Alison?" Zayn's voice called me from the kitchen's door making me stop my mental plane about the day.

"Here." I answered placing pizza slices in two plates. It had to be enough.

But my real shock was when I turned around and saw the boy only in underwear and with the pants on his hand. He looked at me and gave me the pants making a funny face.

"Too tight." He said wrinkling his nose and making a sad small."I tried Alison but I just couldn't get in there. I'm sorry."

He was talking like he just comitted a big crime because he didn't fit in the pants. What was wrong with this guy?

"It's okay." I told him, taking the pants away. The problem was that the seize was the only I had. "I don't have more pants. Would you mind if you stay with shorts? Only for today I'm sure I would get you something beside your jeans."  I looked at him, put the pants on my shoulder and waiting for an answer.

He shrugged his shoulders. It was cold for wearing shorts but inside home it was pretty warm so he could wear them for a while.

But the worst was that I knew exactly where the shorts were.

I sent Zayn sat on the chair near the table while I went upstairs to get the "devil shorts".

I didn't want to go there. To the room that was not opened for ages. I was a bit afraid of it, my inside Alison always refuse think about it and now that guy appears and bring everything back in only a day. I walked till the end of the hall. A shiver went down my spine before unlocking the door, took a deep breath and I opened it.

My brother's bed was made, maybe my mom because I didn't want touch on it. There were posters on the wall, bands, from AC/DC to Pink Floyd, bought or stolen days before he went missing. Some of his clothes were there too in the middle of the floor or in a old chair with dust. On the bedside table was a big unknown book that he probably read more than once and a frame with a picture of us.

I had never noticed that picture, I actually couldn't say that I usually paid many attention to his stuff.

I grabbed the frame and cleaned the dust on the photo and on the silver corners. I was really different on the picture, I was on my brother's lap and I was probably around 17, I looked so happy and so he was. Like nothing wrong was going on, like he was okay and we had this perfect brother and sister relation. What happened?

Tears were brought to my eyes for moments with the thought that I had lost him forever.

"Ali?"

Zayn's voice made me clean my eyes and quickly placed the frame back where it was before. I turned to the wardrobe where I took some long dark grey shorts.

"Try them." I threw him the shorts and got of the bedroom faster than my own shadow. I was going insane.

His hand reached my arm and pulled me in again. His touch gave me shivers again and I tried not show it.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, yes." I answered getting my arm away from his hand an returning my way to get off that hall.

I needed to focus on the main problem of having a dude living on my garage and not on my brother. David was gone and there was nothing I could do, I should have helped him more when I could but now it was worthless and maybe that's why he didn't come back.