The Drummer's Sister

Being the sister of One Direction's drummer is pretty crazy. Rachel Devine, sister of Josh Devine, knows the worst of it. Her life is pretty drama-filled compared to the average 15 year old. Things get pretty heated when she is invited to a One Direction party. She never expected these things to be happening to her at such a young age. She finds herself in the middle of an unexpected love triangle with the 20 year old Zayn Malik and 19 year old Harry Styles. Being seen with such a young girl risks One Direction’s reputation. When Josh tries to put an end to this drama, a huge fight sparks and the band is at risk of splitting up. Rachel's anger builds up when Josh says that she can never see Harry or Zayn again. What extremes will she take to get her life back on track?
(Recommended age: 14+)


4. The Morning After


~Rachel's POV~

Oww! My head! I have a pounding headache and an extremely dry mouth. Ugh.. Hangover. All I remember from yesterday was taking shots with Harry.. I try to open my eyes and they burn. I groan and stir under blankets.

"Josh! She's waking up!" I hear a familiar voice call. Wait.. Waking up? Was I in a comma?! I don't think so but you never know. I finally manage to open my eyes and I see five blurry figures in front of me. They focus and I see Liam, Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Josh sitting in front of me, looking concerned. I see that I'm lying on a couch in Harry's flat. Nope, not a comma. "Wha-What happened?" I ask, rubbing my eyes. "Um.. You don't remember anything?" Liam asks. I shake my head and he hides his face in his hands. Josh sighs. "Rachel.. I don’t know how to tell you this but.." And as if on cue, Harry walks into the main room, rubbing his temples.

As soon as his emotionless eyes meet mine, everything floods back to me. Kissing, moaning, heavy-breathing.. It all came back. I now remember the look of pure lust in his eyes. I remember him screaming at me because I wouldn't give in. I wonder if he, you know.. Went all the way.. I start to cry and I feel big arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug, whispering comforting words to me. I thought it was Josh at first, but when I breathed in, I smelt Zayn. By now I was balling. I was terrified that there was a possibility that Harry took my virginity. The way he screamed at me, it was like he was a different person. He took advantage of me.

Zayn held me until I calmed down. He pulled away. "Are you going to be okay, love?" He said half smiling. I nodded and sniffed. I look over at Harry. He was sitting in a chair a couple feet away from the couch, his face buried in his hands, looking guilty. Good! That asshole should feel guilty! I look back at the others. They all look concerned and alert. It was silent for a while. I sighed. "Can I have a glass of water?" I asked quietly. "Of course!" Louis says quickly and hurries to the kitchen. I look at Josh, he looks just as guilty as Harry. I sat up and gave him a reassuring smile. He looks at me and frowns in disappointment. He gets up and walks to his room. My heart sank. Was he disappointed in me? I didn't do anything! It was all Harry!

Just then Louis comes back  with my water. "Thank you.." I say when he hands it to me. I slowly sip it. Everyone is completely quiet and staring at me, except for Harry. Well.. This is awkward. They all look at me as if they were waiting for something. "So.." I begin. "What time is it?" "It's noon." Niall says blankly as he reads his watch. "Oh.. Ok." I reply. This is really weird, I hardly ever sleep until ten. "Are you guys mad at me?" I ask curiously. They all say 'no' or 'of course not' and shake their heads. "We just can't believe.." Zayn starts, but he never finishes. He just sighs. "Believe what?" I ask. He shakes his head.

All of a sudden Harry gets up quick. "Rachel, I need to talk to you." He says looking at me. Before I could say a word, Zayn jumps in. "Harry, I don't think that's a good idea." "Back off Malik, I'm not stupid." Harry snaps. "Oh really?!" Zayn huffs. "Because that's exactly what you said before the party!" He yells, now standing up. "What are you talking about!" I yell, standing up too. I get dizzy and fall back on the couch. Harry helps me up and grabs me by the arm, leading me somewhere. He glares at Zayn while he walks away.

~Harry's POV~

I messed up. I messed up bad. I feel like complete shit and it's not because of the hangover. Zayn was right, I did take advantage of her and I felt bad. I pulled her into my bedroom, we seriously needed to talk. She yanks her arm back as soon as we reach the room. She had a petrified look on her face. "Rachel, stop, we need to talk." I told her. I see a flash of anger in her eyes. "Oh so this time you're bringing me to talk! Ha!" She said and started to walk off. I grabbed her arm. "Rachel! Please!" I pleaded. She shook her head and yanked it back again. 'Okay.. You want to do this the hard way? Then you get the hard way.' I thought. I reached down and grabbed her legs, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her into my room.

"Harry! What the hell?! Put me down!" She yelled. "Okay." I stated and plopped her down on my bed. I sit down next to her and she flinches. "What's wrong with you?" I ask. "Not again.." She whispered, shaking and hiding her face. "Rachel! I would never hurt you on purpose! I'm sorry that happened last night, but we were both drunk and-" I yell but she cut me off. "YOU GOT ME DRUNK! I'M FUCKING FIFTEEN HARRY!" She screams. I fall back on the bed and sigh. "I'm sorry.." I say. "But I promise, I would never hurt you on purpose. I swear, it will never happen again." I promise her. "Damn right it won't." She muttered. I rolled my eyes and it was silent for a while.

Rachel took a deep breath in. "..Harry?" "Yeah, love?" I asked. "At the party, we didn't.. You know.." I chuckled but she was dead serious. "Did we?!" she asks louder. "No, we didn't." I started. "I wanted to, but we didn't." "Oh I see.." She said, blushing. Why was she blushing? Did she want to too?! "Yeah.. I knew you probably wouldn't be able to handle it.." I smirked at her. "Psh! You don't know that! And the only reason you stopped was because Josh, Niall, and Zayn came to the rescue!" She said giggling. I smiled at her. "What do you mean by 'you don't know that'?" I asked. "Are you saying that you think you could handle it?" I ask laughing even though I kind of wanted to know that answer.

She doesn't say anything, she just starts blushing uncontrollably. "Well?" I ask. "What I'm saying is that I know I could handle it!" She stares right into my eyes and smirks. "Oh yeah?" I ask, smirking back. "Yeah!" She says. "Hmm.." I think for a second.. "Prove it then!" I say laughing to myself. "W-What?" she said taken aback. I chuckle. "Prove it! Prove to me that you could handle it!" I say to her. She blushes again. "I.. Um, I.. Uh.." She shutters. "HA! I knew you couldn't prove it, you're such a goody two-shoes!" I say teasing her. "Okay, I am not a goody two-shoes and I will prove it! Just.. Not now!" She said looking confident. "I'll be counting on it, babe." I say with a wink. "Good!" She says, walking out of my room with a determined smile on her face. Right before she closes the door, she sends me a cheeky wink.

~Rachel's POV~

Well, he apologized. And he must've done a good job because I believed him. But I still made a stupid choice. I told him that I could handle "it". Smart Rachel.. Just smart. I walk out of Harry's room and Liam and Louis are watching the telly on the couch. Niall is in the kitchen, behind the breakfast bar, big surprise. And I remember Josh stomping off to his room earlier. I wanted to talk to him but decided that I should wait. But something was odd. Where was Zayn? I realized how much I wanted to talk to him and explain everything. "Hey Niall, where's Zayn?" I ask.

"I don't know for sure, but he might be in his room. You can check there, it’s the door to the left of your room." He said with a smile. I walk up the stairs and find myself in front of his door, unable to move. I try to knock, but my hand wouldn't budge. I sigh, then take a deep breath, forcing myself to knock on the door. I wait a few seconds and the door opens. I look at Zayn's face and he looks like he was crying. "What?" He asks bluntly. "Um, I was wondering if I could come in, so we could.. Talk.." I manage to say. He squints his eyes at me questioningly and a shiver of guilt floods over me. "So," I continue. "I can explain myself.. And maybe you can tell me why everyone is acting so weird. I mean, I don't remember much from last night.." I say. It takes all the self-control I have in my body to look him in the eyes.

"Rachel, I'm sorry.." He starts but I don't let him finish. "Let me explain!" I say a bit louder. "It's a bit late for that." He says attempting to shut the door on me. I held my hand out and stop it. "Zayn, please, why are you acting so weird?" I ask. He takes a deep breath. "It's all my fault, Rachel.. I'm the reason why last night got so crazy.." He admits, leaning on the doorframe. "Wait, what? I ask impatiently. He opens the door wider, motioning for me to come in.

I walk in and sit on his bed. The room that he was temporarily staying in was painted blue. But not a light blue, more like a darker, royal blue. It was nice. "I could've stopped everything from happening, Rachel." He says taking a seat next to me. I look at him, giving him a curious look. I wanted to hear everything. "I should have watched out for you, stopped you from taking those shots." He looks at my sympathetically. "Zayn it's not your fault, I was stupid." I confess.. I was right, it was pretty stupid of me.

"It was my fault Rachel.." He says taking a deep breath. "I could have stopped it because I knew it was going to happen.." "Huh?" Is all I can say. He knew I was going to get drunk?! "Before the party," Zayn starts. "Harry told me that he had a plan to get you drunk. So he could, and I quote, 'fool around a bit'; I should’ve told you." He says. I sit there in total shock unable to say anything. Harry told me it was all an accident.. He got me drunk on purpose! He hurt me on purpose! I feel a single tear fall from the corner of my eye.

"Oh, baby, please don't cry." Zayn says quietly, pulling me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his chest. I could faintly hear the rhythm of his heart beating and that calmed me down a bit. I sat up and Zayn held my face in his hands, wiping the tears from under my eyes. I smile at him. "You're eyes are amazing.." He whispers, admiring them. I giggle a little. "Thanks." I say shyly.


Zayn and I have been talking for hours; we have a lot in common, and I think I'm really starting to like him. A yawn escapes my mouth and I stretch. "I might take a nap Zayn, I'm tired." I say getting up, about to walking to my room. I look at him and he seems disappointed. "Rachel, you know.. You c-can.. Uh, sleep here, with me.. If you want.." He stutters. I feel my cheeks warm up and I sense that I'm blushing. (I do that a lot, if you couldn't tell) "Okay, I will." I say smiling like a dork. I sit on the bed and he wraps his muscular arms around me and pulls me up, laying my head gently on a pillow.

He looks into my eyes admiring them and stroking my cheek. I stare back into his eyes; I never realized how beautiful they were. Right now, they were brown like rich, dark chocolate, but in the light, they look like pure honey. They were gorgeous. And he was blessed with thick, long, lashes. I was jealous. My eyes started to droop and sleep began to take over me. I let it. I was perfectly fine and happy right here. But then I feared that when I wake up, I’ll find myself alone. I force my eyes open again. "Go to sleep, love. I won't go anywhere." He whispered softly and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes again with a smile on my lips, letting sleep take over again.



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