Welcome To My Life

How do you think life can change when out of nowhere, you bump into your older super famous brother? I mean, I never thought that I will see him again, or even move in with him... So yeah, quick spoiler alert, I bumped into my brother Zayn Malik, and was forced to discover some truth I never intended to know.


26. Grief

*Normal P.O.V.*



The car stopped and changed direction; we were going back to the hospital. Liam was calling Simon to tell him we weren't going to go and have lunch with him and explain him why.


I moved from Louis embrace to Zayn's, it wasn't like Louis wasn't comforting me, but I needed my brother more than anything. I know I wasn't a fan of my parents, but I loved my father so much. I couldn't stand not having him any more.


I could feel Zayn's tears dropping on my hair, I could hear the other guys telling him to calm down, but all he did was shake his head. He needed to let his emotions flow. I had my face buried in his chest, but not a tear would show, not one.


"We're at the hospital mate." I heard Liam said. I pretended to clean my tears and looked up at Zayn.


"Together?" I asked him.


"For ever." Zayn answered taking my hand and walking out to the Hospital.






*2 months later*



It's been two month since my father's death; it's been two months since I changed complete who I was. My father's death made a huge impact on me. I was done with school, I was still dating Louis, and I was the stylist of One Direction. But something inside me changed. I wasn't the lovely girl anymore (if I ever was), I was heartless.



"Love?" Louis said knocking on my door.


"It's open." I answered.


"Wanna go out for a walk?"


"Sure." I answered getting off my bed.


"Are you okay?" Louis asked as he stroke my cheek.


"Never been better." I answered giving him a peck.



Louis and I walked hand in hand outside the house, to destination, unknown for me at least.




*Zayn's P.O.V.*



I was sitting alone at the kitchen table. I was reading some letters my father wrote to my sister, but he never gave them to her, I'm pretty sure their relationship would have been different if he had.


"Dear Gabriela:


Hello dear. Let me tell you this fast, cause I don't know if your mother will come in quick and rip this letter. I love you. I love you with all my heart, and I'm so proud of being your father. I know I haven't been the best, but I have to put on an act in front of your mother. I know it is not a valid excuse, but I'm asking and begging you for your understanding.


Any man can be a Father but it takes someone special to be a dad.


A daughter needs a loving, available, predictable father or father figure who can be counted on, whether divorced or at home. She needs his best paternal intentions, even if his efforts occasionally fall short. She needs his maturity and limit setting and sexual oppositeness, so that she can function with confidence in the wider world of adult love and work.


And I wasn't that father. I wasn't even your father, I can't myself father of yours. I'm so sorry and I wish that someday you can understand and forgive my actions.



I love you Gab, I love you so much.



-Your Father.




A tear rolled down my cheek. I clear it and saw Gab standing there with Louis.



"Everything alright Zayn?" Louis asked.


"May I speak with Gab?" I asked.


"Sure." Gab said and sat next to me.


"I'll be talking with Niall." Louis said. "It seems that he might have found his princess." Louis added and left the room.



I turned to look at Gab, who was staring at the letters that were scattered all over the table. She picked them up, saw something, and then dropped them back on the table.


Gab looked up at me. "What are these?"




"No shit Sherlock." Gab said. "Why do you have letters from dad to me?"


"Because he never gave them to you, and when they gave me a the box he left me, this were inside." I answered.


"Have you been reading them?"




"Burn them." Gab said. "Burn them all."


"Why?" I asked.


"Cause I don't want them." Gab answered, obviously hurt. "If he never had the guts to give them to me before, why should I read them right now?"


"Because he is your father, and you deserve an explanation on why he treated you the way he did."


"He already gave me one." Gab said standing up. "If you don't remember you were there the same day he gave me the goddamn explanation on why the bloody hell he ignored and treated me like shit for my whole life!" Gab shouted. She walked to the door, hands on her hair, obviously frustrated. She stopped and looked at me, hurt written all over her face. "Tell me you haven't changed since his death Zayn."


"Changed? How?" I asked totally confused.


"Emotionally." Gab answered and left the room.


*Gab's P.O.V.*



"NIALL!" I shouted as I ran up to his room. "NIALL!"


"Yeah?" He answered opening his door and letting me in. Louis was there too sitting on the bed with a cheeky smile.


"I heard a bird, saying that someone, that someone being you, might have found their princess." I said with a stupid smile.


"LOUIS!" Niall shouted throwing a pillow at him and blushing.


"Someone's blushing." I bothered.


"Shut up Gab." Niall said. "Help me?"


"I need the name." I said. "So that I can see if I know her and tell you something about her."


"She works at Starbucks." Niall started and her name is Lyssie."


"Lyssie?" I asked and Niall nodded. "I know her. She's an awesome person."


"So?" Louis asked. "Have you asked her out yet?"


"No." Niall answered embarrassed. "I'm afraid I will be stupid and blow it all off."


"Don't worry Niall." I said. "You're getting a date with her." I added before leaving his room.



I walked to my room, thinking how could I help Niall with his girl. Tomorrow, Louis, Liam, and Zayn had to do vocals, which meant that I could work with Niall and Lyssie.


I smiled to myself opening the door, but it faded when I saw a bunch of letter scattered throughout my bed. I walked over to them and grabbed one:


"Dear Gab:


Forgive me when I tell you this: You are adopted..."











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