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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.

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27. Runaway

 

 

I'm adopted. I'm fucking adopted?! I locked my door, took out a book-bag, and shoved all the letters there, with some cloth and money. How the fuck will that be true? Zayn has photos of me being a newborn. It makes no sense. I walked up to the balcony and saw that neither of the guys was outside. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a later on it:

 

 

Dear boys:

 

I left to find answers. Apparently I am adopted. Ha-ha I'm laughing so loud...

If you knew about this Zayn, fuck you.

Niall, I know I promised to help you with the girl, I will.

Louis: I'm sorry.

 

And for the rest, don't look for me. Don't tell Paul or Simon. I will come back when I have the answers I need.

 

-Gab Malik, I think.

 

 

And with that note left on my bed, I unlocked my door and left through the balcony. I was going to find out, how on earth I'm supposed to be adopted.

 

 

 

*Zayn's P.O.V.*

 

 

I can't believe what I just read. There was no way in hell, that my sister was adopted, cause that meant that I was adopted too. We had a DNA test and ours matched. Could it be even possible that our parents are not our parents?

 

 

"GAB!" I shouted as I walked up to her room.

 

I stopped in front of Niall's room and saw Louis and Niall laughing.

 

"Have you seen Gab?" I asked.

 

"Her room." Louis answered.

 

"Thanks." I said and walked over to her room.

 

I knocked twice and no answer. I put my ear on the door and heard faint music coming from the bathroom. Guess she is having a bath. I entered her room and saw the bathroom door, also the music wasn't coming from her bathroom, it came from next door. Her balcony was open and there was no sign of her here.

 

"Not again." I murmured to myself as I walked over to her bed and found a letter.

 

"BOYS!" I shouted making everyone gather in Gab's room.

 

" Dear boys:

 

I left to find answers. Apparently I am adopted. Ha-ha I'm laughing so loud...

If you knew about this Zayn, fuck you.

Niall, I know I promised to help you with the girl, I will.

Louis: I'm sorry.

 

And for the rest, don't look for me. Don't tell Paul or Simon. I will come back when I have the answers I need.

 

-Gab Malik, I think."   I read as all of them stared at me with black expressions.

 

"Did you know?" Louis asked sobbing.

 

"No." I answered. "I just found out."

 

"We need to find her." Liam said.

 

"But she said not to look for her." Harry said.

 

"We can't leave her alone." I said crying. "She's my baby sister!"

 

"Mate calm down." Niall said. "We will start looking for her in obvious places."

 

"Records." Louis said. "We should look for her there."

 

"Hospital." Liam said.

 

"Airport." I answered.

 

"Let's divide." Harry said.

 

"I'll look for in the Administration Records." Louis said running out the door.

 

"I'll be at the hospital with Harry." Liam said running out with Harry.

 

"Niall." I said. "Come with me to the airport."

 

 

*Gab's P.O.V.*

 

 

 

I bought a ticket to Bradford. I was going back to my roots and find out my past. The bad thing was that the next plane left until tomorrow morning. So I decided to check the Administration Records.

 

I walked through the dark and cold streets of London. I stood in front of the old building. I stepped inside and saw that there was no line, so I approached to a woman whom seemed nice.

 

 

"Excuse me." I said making her turn to face me.

 

"In what can I help you?" The lady asked.

 

"I want to know if I am adopted or not." I answered.

 

"Follow me then." The lady said and took me to a cubicle. "What's your name?"

 

"Gabriela Alexandra Malik." I answered.

 

"Do you have any relationship with Zayn Malik?"

 

"Yes. He's my older brother."

 

"Well honey, from what I have here, you are a Malik." The lady said.

 

"Could it be possible that my brother and I are both adopted?"

 

"It could happen."

 

"Thank you." I said and walked out.

 

 

I'm going to find the answers. And I'm not going to stop until I know the truth.

 

Next stop, Bradford. But first some Starbucks...

I'm adopted. I'm fucking adopted?! I locked my door, took out a book-bag, and shoved all the letters there, with some cloth and money. How the fuck will that be true? Zayn has photos of me being a newborn. It makes no sense. I walked up to the balcony and saw that neither of the guys was outside. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a later on it:

 

 

Dear boys:

 

I left to find answers. Apparently I am adopted. Ha-ha I'm laughing so loud...

If you knew about this Zayn, fuck you.

Niall, I know I promised to help you with the girl, I will.

Louis: I'm sorry.

 

And for the rest, don't look for me. Don't tell Paul or Simon. I will come back when I have the answers I need.

 

-Gab Malik, I think.

 

 

And with that note left on my bed, I unlocked my door and left through the balcony. I was going to find out, how on earth I'm supposed to be adopted.

 

 

 

*Zayn's P.O.V.*

 

 

I can't believe what I just read. There was no way in hell, that my sister was adopted, cause that meant that I was adopted too. We had a DNA test and ours matched. Could it be even possible that our parents are not our parents?

 

 

"GAB!" I shouted as I walked up to her room.

 

I stopped in front of Niall's room and saw Louis and Niall laughing.

 

"Have you seen Gab?" I asked.

 

"Her room." Louis answered.

 

"Thanks." I said and walked over to her room.

 

I knocked twice and no answer. I put my ear on the door and heard faint music coming from the bathroom. Guess she is having a bath. I entered her room and saw the bathroom door, also the music wasn't coming from her bathroom, it came from next door. Her balcony was open and there was no sign of her here.

 

"Not again." I murmured to myself as I walked over to her bed and found a letter.

 

"BOYS!" I shouted making everyone gather in Gab's room.

 

" Dear boys:

 

I left to find answers. Apparently I am adopted. Ha-ha I'm laughing so loud...

If you knew about this Zayn, fuck you.

Niall, I know I promised to help you with the girl, I will.

Louis: I'm sorry.

 

And for the rest, don't look for me. Don't tell Paul or Simon. I will come back when I have the answers I need.

 

-Gab Malik, I think."   I read as all of them stared at me with black expressions.

 

"Did you know?" Louis asked sobbing.

 

"No." I answered. "I just found out."

 

"We need to find her." Liam said.

 

"But she said not to look for her." Harry said.

 

"We can't leave her alone." I said crying. "She's my baby sister!"

 

"Mate calm down." Niall said. "We will start looking for her in obvious places."

 

"Records." Louis said. "We should look for her there."

 

"Hospital." Liam said.

 

"Airport." I answered.

 

"Let's divide." Harry said.

 

"I'll look for in the Administration Records." Louis said running out the door.

 

"I'll be at the hospital with Harry." Liam said running out with Harry.

 

"Niall." I said. "Come with me to the airport."

 

 

*Gab's P.O.V.*

 

 

 

I bought a ticket to Bradford. I was going back to my roots and find out my past. The bad thing was that the next plane left until tomorrow morning. So I decided to check the Administration Records.

 

I walked through the dark and cold streets of London. I stood in front of the old building. I stepped inside and saw that there was no line, so I approached to a woman whom seemed nice.

 

 

"Excuse me." I said making her turn to face me.

 

"In what can I help you?" The lady asked.

 

"I want to know if I am adopted or not." I answered.

 

"Follow me then." The lady said and took me to a cubicle. "What's your name?"

 

"Gabriela Alexandra Malik." I answered.

 

"Do you have any relationship with Zayn Malik?"

 

"Yes. He's my older brother."

 

"Well honey, from what I have here, you are a Malik." The lady said.

 

"Could it be possible that my brother and I are both adopted?"

 

"It could happen."

 

"Thank you." I said and walked out.

 

 

I'm going to find the answers. And I'm not going to stop until I know the truth.

 

Next stop, Bradford. But first some Starbucks...

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