Snow is Zayn Malik's forgotten older sister. She ran away when she was five, and keeps watching her brother, and protecting him like she promised, many years ago. Will her remember her or will he have forgotten? What happens when a certain someone in the band falls for Snow? A certain boy who just happens to be pigeon obsessed and loves carrots.


2. Beginning: Part Two

Snow's POV

I woke up on the kitchen floor, and slowly stood up, only to winced and stagger backwards. My back felt like it was on fire from what had happened previously. I stumbled up to my room to examine the damage in my reflection. I was clutching my ripped shirt to my chest but I let it fall when I was in my room with the door locked. When I looked at my back in the mirror, I growled in pain and mostly anger. My "father" had carved the words "Daddy's girl" into my back and now they were tattooed there for the rest of my life.

My decision was firm and sudden; I would escape out of this place tonight. I showered to wash the dried blood off my back and then got dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. I checked everywhere, so no one could notice my absence until it was too late to find me.

I waited until everyone was asleep. When I was sure, I crept down the stairs into Zain's room, where he was now peacefully sleeping. My body lingered at the edge of his crib and I stood there with tears threatening to spill.

I gently kissed him on the forehead and whispered, "Zain Jawaad Malik, I will love you forever and I will be protecting you forever, I promise, and one day I will come to you." The tears came. I walked to the door then turned back to his sleeping form. "No girl will ever deserve you; you are better then all of them." I whispered, turning around again.

 I slowly walked out of the house, watching out for any creaky floor boards. I opened the door carefully and stepped out of the house. I sighed in relief as I looked at the house from the drive way, knowing I was safe. But that my brother was, well, less safe. I ran out into the woods, leaving that home from the deepest, darkest, parts of Hades.

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