My Brothers

My name is Kendall. I'm the typical orphan girl… Yeah, yeah, pity me not. One Direction decided to adopt me like their sister. But let's just say I can't see one as a brother, he's more like, my soul-mate.

Will destiny let us be together, or will it drag him away from me, just like it has done with everyone I have ever loved?


33. Tour



Day of tour. Chaos day. 



"EVERYONE DONW HERE IN TWO MINUTES!" Paul shouted from the first floor. 


I rolled my eyes and tried zipping up my suitcase, which lead to me screaming in frustration cause I couldn't. It just so annoying cause I wasn't taking so much stuff, by I was trying to fit everything in one suitcase, so I could buy and use the other one for the things I might buy.


"Is everything okay?" Liam asked entering my room.

"I can't close my suitcase." I pouted. 

"Let me help you." Liam smiled. "Sit up on it please."

"Ay, ay captain." I said and sat on the suitcase. "Are you all packed up?" I asked.

"Yes." Liam said. "Legs." He added and I crossed my legs. "There we go. What on earth are you taking?"

"I'm trying to pack only in one suitcase so I can buy stuff and stuff it on the second one." I explained climbing off. 

"Point." Liam said. "Go down, I'll take down your suitcases."

"Thank you Liam!" I sang and kissed his cheek.

"Weirdo." Liam murmured.

"AND PROUD OF IT!" I shouted running down.


I sat down next to Niall and smiled at him. He laughed and gave me a bottle of water. We waited for the rest of the boys to come down, and when everyone was here, Paul made us pill up in the van and we drove to the airport. 


"Listen to me." Paul said. "You were divided and you are not sitting all together."

"But why?!" Louis shouted. 

"I don't know Louis." Paul said. "Now shut up and let me talk." Everyone did. "Liam and Niall you are together, seats 3A and 3B. Zayn you're with Louis, seats 5A and 5B. That leaves, Harry and Kendall, with seats 1A and 1B. I'm in seat 4A."

"Ok." I said. "When do we get to the airport?"

"Yeah?" Liam asked.

"Get out." Paul said rolling his eyes. 





I had always hated travelling my plane. When they moved me from USA to London, I had a panic attack, you see, when I was younger my parents died when they where going to Nashville to some work shit. So yeah, planes and me, not so good friends.


"Are you nervous?" Harry asked as I stared out at the window and moved my leg up and down.

"Huh?" I asked snapping back to reality.

"Are you nervous of flying?" Harry asked.

"No." I lied.

"Kendall." Harry smiled. "It's okay if you are."

"I'm not nervous." I stated. "I hate planes."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Didn't they tell you when you adopted me?" I asked.

"Tell us what?" Harry asked. "They told us that your parents died when you were three, and that since then your adoptive parents physically abused you."

"They didn't mention how my parents died?" I asked.

"No." Harry replied. "May I know?"

"Plane accident." I replied. "They died in a plane accident."

"Shit." Harry murmured and embraced me in a hug. "It's going to be fine okay."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked.

"Because I will do everything in my power to protect you." Harry whispered. "I won't let anything bad happen to you again."


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