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.


10. Spending The Night

Snows POV

Louis wrapped his arm around my shoulder and hugged me tight.

"I'm so sorry."He says, I could tell he was crying because his voice cracked.  

After a minute of hugging, he took the blanket off my shoulders. He examined my scar and rested his hand on the back clasp of my bra.

"Um, may I?"  He asked.

Since now I had my chest rested on my thighs, I didn't think it mattered that much.  I nodded, and he unclipped my bra, letting the straps fall to my sides, but not taking it completely off. I respected that. He traced his fingers along my long scar. I shivered at his touch.  

Then I heard the door open so I quickly sat up so the person wouldn't see my back.  I was clutching my bra to my chest and I heard Zayn chuckle.

"Am I interrupting something?"  He asked.

"No." I say and swiftly reach behind me and clasp my bra back together. Zayn rolled his eyes.

I stood up, taking the blanket with me.  

"Now if you two fine gentlemen would be so kind to let me leave, that would be lovely."  I said walking to the door.  

Zayn blocked me and I looked between him and Louis.  

"Uh, Love, Snow, you’re not going to leave.  Do you not remember what happened only hours ago?"

"I’m not going to stay here. I'll be fine." I say. I push past Zayn and he grabs my arm rather hard. I gasp at his strong, tight grip.

Louis glares at Zayn and Zayn lets go, looking down at the floor.

"You're going to stay in my room while I sleep on the couch."  Says Louis.

"Um, no. I’m just going to sleep on the floor, anyway."  What? After sleeping on cold, hard ground for 17 years, you get used to it. Louis looks at me funny but then shrugs it off.

"Uh, can I please have a shirt?"  Zayn was checking me out and you have no idea of how uncomfortable that made me.

“Sure.” Louis went to his closet and pulled out a green T-shirt. I slipped it over my head and Zayn left.

Louis took some blankets and a pillow out of his closet. I walked over to him, took only the pillow, and laid on the ground. He looked at me weirdly, and then set the blankets next to me.

"They’re over here if you need them." He says smiling at me. I nod, suddenly very tired and close my eyes. I hear the light click off and then the soft shuffle of blankets as Louis got into his bed.  

I fall into a deep sleep, already expecting the recurring dream.  I had the same one every night, and woke up screaming every morning.  Hopefully I wouldn't tonight but I knew I was kidding myself.

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