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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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6. Chapter 6.

I come home from school, Zayn stands in the living area, angered. The four lads surround him. As I close the door behind me, all eyes land on me.

"Why did you never tell me?" He shouts at me.

I freeze. "Tell you what?" I stutter.

"Don't play dumb with me." He shouts. "Why didn't you ever tell me about this?" He holds up some papers, showing my therapy sessions.

My breath hitches as I read the papers. Therapy for abuse, for rape. Therapy for depression. It's all there, all the evidence, before mine and Zayn's eyes.

I jolt up in my bed, sweating. I try to steady my breathing as the dream from last night dances itself unwillingly into my mind. I reach for my phone, checking the time. 7:23am. Shit. I'm gonna be late for school.

I dash to my closet, pulling out my school uniform. I slip into a pair of black pantyhose before stepping into the black pencil skirt. I grab my burgundy shirt, pulling it on over my head, unbuttoning the top two buttons. I slip into a pair of black stilettos and stand in front of the mirror. This girl, this girl looks like me. Strong, passionate, full of fashion. I grab an eyeliner pencil and apply a thin coat. I glance at myself one last time in the mirror before shaking my hear firiously and  grabbing my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder.

I smile to myself. School. The one place that I actually feel safe. Zayn makes me feel safe, don't get me wrong, but most times that we are together, the lads are there. None of the lads can get to me when I'm at school.

I walk into the garage with the keys to my red Audi R8. It was a birthday present from Zayn, two years ago. I unlock the drivers' door and sit inside. I run my hands along the steering wheel, as if this was the first time that I've sat down inside it. I close my door and turn on the ignition, immediately revving up the engine.

I back out of the driveway and make my 20 minute drive to school. As I pull into a parking space, stares immediately turn in my direction. I notice my bestfriend, Chloe, one of those people as I step outside of my car. Surprisingly, Chloe doesn't immediately run up to me as I close the car door. Instead, she continues to stare at me like everyone else is doing. I walk past everyone and make my way towards my locker.

No one knows that I am Zayn's little sister. People only know of Lottie, Fiz, Phoebe, and Daisy. I am actually really glad that no one knows Zayn is my brother. It would be agonizingly painful if I had to come to school everyday, surrounded by people pretending to be my friends to get closer to Zayn.

I slam my locker door shut and walk down the hall, into my first class of the day. I sit in my usual seat, which is beside Chloe. When Chloe walks in, she is surrounded by populars and doesn't take her seat next to me. Instead, she continues her way to the back of the class, giving me a death glare as she walks past me.

I close my eyes tightly. Not you too, Chloe. I tell myself. Please, don't abandon me too. I return my attention back to the classroom. I immediately hear whispering and laughs from behind me. I close my eyes tightly one last time, forgetting the world as I do.

The rest of the day goes by slowly as the populars make fun of me. I don't care if they do really, I'm used to a more violent kind of bullying at home when my big brother isn't home to know about it.

One day, you bitches will find out who I really am, and you won't find things so funny anymore.

I walk out of building into the parking lot, unlocking my car. I sit down inside and press my head against the steering wheel, sighing. I stay like that for what feels like hours, though it is only 20 minutes. I stick my key in its ignition and start the engine.

When I reach home, I notice the lads' car. Tears form in my eyes as I pull into the garage. I open my car door, closing it behind me as I reach for the door that leads to the house. I take a deep breath before opening the door, walking into a living area of two hormone-raged teenage guys.

"Hi." I say shyly.

"Well, hello there." Harry says in a sweet voice rather than a harsh one.

I look up at him and he is smiling at me. Yes, smiling. None of the lads had come with him, and he was sitting beside a clueless Zayn on the couch.

"I, uh, I've got homework to do." I say to the both of them before making my way down the stairs to the basement.

I sigh as I reach the bottom stair, looking around at my surroundings. I drop my bag to the floor and make my way to the piano bench, sitting down as I glare at my notebook still in its place. I pick it up, looking through the pages, trying to find a song. My fingers stop turning the pages as I land on a song that I once wrote about Harry.

Did you forget that I was even alive?

Did you forget everything we ever had?

Did you forget, did you forget about me?

Did you regret ever standing by my side?

Did you forget what we were feeling inside?

Now I'm left to forget about us.

But somewhere we went wrong, we were once so strong, our love is like a song, you can't forget it.

So now I guess, this is where we have to stand.

Did you regret ever holding my hand?

Never again, please don't forget, don't forget.

We had it all, we were just about to fall even more in love than we were before.

I won't forget, I won't forget about us.

But somewhere we went wrong, we were once so strong, our love is like a song, you can't forget it.

Somewhere we went wrong, we were once so strong, our love is like a song, you can't forget it at all.

And at last, all the pictures have been burned.

All the past, is just a lesson that we've learned.

I won't forget, please don't forget about us.

Somewhere we went wrong, our love is like a song, but you won't sing along, you've forgotten about us.

Don't forget.

I close my eyes and place my head in my hands, allowing the tears to flow.

Harry's POV

"I'm going to grab a snack." Zayn says, standing from the couch.

"Yeah, alright mate." I say as he disappears into the kitchen.

Silence fills the room before I hear the soft sounds of a piano and low singing from downstairs. I stand from the couch, inching towards the stairs, the music growing louder.

I stand at the top of the stairs as her final words echo in my head. "Somewhere we went wrong, our love is like a song, but you won't sing along, you've forgotten about us." She sings before whispering. "Don't forget."

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding as I think of the possibility of that song being about me. I take a deep breath and make my way back to the living area.

"Where'd you go?" Zayn looks at me, quizzically.

"I, uh, I went to the bathroom." I lie.

"Alright." He turns his attention back to the telly and I sit beside him on the couch, remembering how things used to be.

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