This, is Touri Cowell.

Edward and James

With a gust of air she sat up,

“I have brothers and you didn't tell me?” She yelled her face was twisted in hurt, disgust, and anger.

Her dad stuttered for the words a bit,

“Well, yeah. We meant to tell you we just kept on forgetting... We came here to tell you that you did.”

Her mom continued, “Yeah, and we just had to see our baby girl before she died.”

Touri laughed, “No, you just wanted to see if you would get any money if I did die. You won't just to let you know... It's all going to a children's cancer fund.” She said proudly.

Her dad tried to play it off,

“We didn't come here for that... We came here to see you Touri... We missed you.”

Touri put her hand on her chest sarcastically,

“Oh thank you daddy... That means a lot Especially when you haven't talked to me since last year when you tried to work money out of my contract.”

“We were struggling--”

“Do you need it now? You know, now that you're a drug dealer.”

Her mom's face twisted up in anger, “We wouldn't have to deal drugs if you helped us.”

Justin was looking at the family argument with a worried expression. He obviously hated when families argued. Harry and Louis were in the corner trying not to laugh, what was wrong with them? Niall and Liam... Well, I don't know where they went, probably to the cafeteria. Touri was now screaming profanities at her mom something about,

“You fucking bitch! How could you not tell me! I have two bloody fucking brothers! You guys are sick! I'm sending out for them Tomorrow! And they are staying with me as long as I want. Do you understand.”

He dad stuttered a bit,

“Yeah, sure take them!” He threw his hands up with a wild smile in his face.

“Ew... Okay, you guys can go now. I don't want to see you right now...” she wrinkled her nose and called Paul in. Wow, she's really cold. She leaned over her bed and pulled out a red felt cigarette case and popped one in her mouth. With a slight frown she lighted it a took a puff. Simon's face wrinkled up a bit,

“Touri!”

She shrugged and gave him a smirk, “What?

“This is a hospital.”

She took another puff and shrugged, “The door's closed.”

I hated it when she smoked. But I knew why she did it. With every puff comes a little relief it's addictive, and it feels good. But the old Touri hated smoking. What the fuck Zayn? Why are you always living in the past?

Touri's POV

I ashed my cigarette and scrolled through my phone with my head rested on Zayn's shoulder. I typed in a quick message to Erika,

What do you know about hanging out with children?

Erika: Well... I know they smell bad, and that they're somewhat fun. Why?

Can you come out here? My dad and my mother have twins and I'm flying them out tomorrow night.

Erika: Yeah sure.... But, what about your parents are they going to be there?

No, they're going to pick up the boys and then take them here and their flight is right after.

Erika: Okay. Have Lindsey email me the dets.

“Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayn.” I dragged out the “A”

“What?” He said still looking down at his own phone.

“Can you tell the doc-tor to get me more.. uhh... ermm...”

“Morphine?”

“Yes! That stuff!”

I liked that Morphine... When my shoulder hurt, it eased my pain. The nurse was a guy. It made me giggle a bit, he was a male nurse. Heh.. After he stuck the needle into my IV drowsiness over came me and I fell asleep, inhaling Zayn's Usher cologne.

One week later.

I loved my brothers. So did the boys, they took them out shopping all the time. Edward was short and a bit skinnier than James. He had brown hair and brown eyes, like my mother. Edward and Harry were adorable together, they even wore similar clothing. Edward liked to bother every body, hiding their belongings in random places. James and Niall hit it off with ease, Niall now had somebody to take to the cafeteria with. (That wasn't Liam.) James was skinny too, just not as skinny as Edward, but he was tall and built like he was born to be a football player. He was athletic, and he liked to toss around a ball with Liam. Erika came out and she and I were chatting in my room while the boys went to go get something from the cafeteria.

“So when are you going to be able to go back to London?” She asked me.

“Umm.. Wednesday.” I said in a cheery voice, my shoulder was feeling much better and today was Sunday so only a few more days.

“Oh, what are you going to do with the boys? Weren't you guys going to go to Ireland?”

“Yeah... We're just going to cancel that, too much is going on and when we get there the boys are going to stay with us a couple more days and then we're going to send them back to America.”

“On the plane alone?”

“No, of course not, I'm going to go with them and stay in Staten Island for a few days, just to get away, you know.”

“Ohh...” Her blank stare faded when the boys walked in holding bags of McDonalds. Simon frowned at them as he walked in,

“I told you guys not to go out with the babies, the paps will think something different.”

Niall shrugged and set the bags on the table next to me,

“There wasn't anybody there.”

“Plus, we went through the drive-through” Harry added. I sat up and reached out for Zayn who was holding a tray of sodas and James with Edward trailing behind them. He handed me a cup of Mountain Dew as Edward and James scrambled up my bed,

“Sissssssyyyyyy.” Did that a lot, they would say something at the same thing in the same voices at the same time, “Can we go to the park with Eweika and Hally, and Louuuu?”

Zayn and Niall looked up from their sandwiches,

“What about us?!” They said at the same time. Harry and Erika laughed at their answers,

“Zayn you have to stay here to take care of sissy. Niall, you have to stay too... Because sissy needs you.” Edward said nodding his head curtly. Zayn winked at me as Niall demanded that he would go with them. I smiled back and waved to Simon who was now leaving for a commercial shoot. I set my drink down and fixed Edward's “Fairly-curly” hair. I dressed him up in a black and gray varsity jacket with jeans and a pair of Nike's. James in the same thing. I sat up and sat on the foot of the bed. I watched Zayn set his food down and rush to help me. I got up and slouched a little. I hated this, I looked fragile and old. I hated the hospital gowns so I made the boys go to Victoria's secret to get me a pair of yoga pants and a comfy shirt. I'll say.. Together they had good taste. I plucked a box of McNuggets out and peeled open some ranch dressing. What was I going to do today? Maybe I'll go sing for the cancer patients, the young one. Yes, I like to sing to them, I loved to see the girl's faces when they saw Zayn and I walk in. Their eyes widen and their eye brows raise and they all try to pull beanies over their heads.