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.


7. Who The Hell Are You?

Snows POV

"W-who's there?" I called, clutching my bare chest. I kneeled down in the water so I was a bit more covered.

A tall beautiful brown haired boy stepped out from behind a tree, looking as guilty as someone who ran over your dog.

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled at him.

"Um, I'm Louis. Look, I'm so very sorry. It's just, I heard you sing and I had to follow the voice because it was beautiful." He said slowly. Given that his cheeks were a deep red color, you could say he was about as embarrassed as I was.

After 30 seconds of awkward silence, I shivered. I was starting to get cold and I think he noticed because he looked around and picked up my old ratty towel. He held it at arm’s length and I crawled as close to him as I could without him seeing any of my body.

When I grabbed the towel, he turned around to let me dry off and get dressed; what a gentlemen.

He thought about his words before speaking, because he took a while before functioning his words. “I really am sorry you know."

"You’re forgiven Louis." I said as I just finished putting on my dirty shorts and worn out shirt.

I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. He turned to look at me. "You can leave now." I told him.

He looked into my eyes and I froze. His eyes were gorgeous. They were an aqua color with green and blue flecks floating in them. I felt like I could’ve gotten lost in them before he spoke up, snapping me out of my trance.

"But where are you going to go? I kind of noticed that your campsite over there." He pointed in the direction of my tent and wood for fire.

"Where I sleep isn't your business." I snapped.

"I won't do that to a pretty girl like you." He said.

He was smirking for some reason. Before I knew what he was doing, the squishy mud was gone from underneath my feet. He slung me over his shoulder easily and he started walking in the distance of the hotel. I pounded his back and kicked my feet and yelled random curse words at him. He just chuckled.

“You know you never did tell me your name." He purred, lovingly, like a kitten.

"You think I'm going to tell you?!" I shouted.

"I mean it’s the least you can do because I'm taking you somewhere where you can sleep and shower and change!" He said looking at my outfit. I stopped fighting him because he was right. But what if he was a murderer or a rapist or a burglar? I guess I’ll take my chances.

As soon as I knew I was calmed down, I spoke to him, "My name is Snow."

"Pretty. Why Snow though?" He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Have you not noticed how pale I am?" He shrugged and nodded his head in understandment

He pushed open a door and we were greeted by warm air and the smell of vanilla. He took me into an elevator, me still slung over his shoulder like a rag doll.

"Do you like carrots?" He suddenly asked.

"Huh?" I said confused.

"Do. You. Like. Carrots." He said again.

"Uh, I don't remember." I honestly don't because I haven't had a carrot in about 17 years.

He quickly put me down and looked me in the eyes. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT CAROTTS TASTE LIKE?!" He nearly screamed. He didn't give me time to answer. He threw me over his shoulder again and ran through the open elevator doors.

He ran up to a door and shouted, "HAZZA! LI-LI! NIALLER! ZAYNIE! WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY!" The door opened imeadietly.

"What's wrong?!" A few voices said.


He pushes past them and runs into what I believe are the kitchen. He sets me on my feet and grabs a bag of carrots from the refrigerator. He rips open the bag and stuffs a carrot in my mouth, which is easy because it’s open from me laughing. I bite down on the carrot and he's starring at me in suspense.

"WELL?" He shouts. I decide to have some fun.

"It's not completely horrible." I say and his eyes widen. I giggle.

"What?" He whispers quietly.

"I'm just kidding Louis! They're absolutely, positively good."

He shook his head, accomplished and made me laugh. Well, I was laughing until I noticed other people in the room. There was a blond with blue eyes, a green eyed one with coffee colored curls, a brown eyed one with a buzz cut, and who else but my brother was here.

Just my luck.

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