The bitch just left and I fall backwards and land on my pillows. I pull out my phone and start scrolling through my twitter.
Food Porn. Yessssss.
Suddenly I hear a knock on my door and it opens, revealing Harry. He walks over to my bed and sits down beside me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, still keeping my eyes glued on the screen.
Harry chuckles a little and I feel his eyes on me. "Same old Doniya," he says. "Even after 5 years."
I laugh at his remark. "I'm not the same Doniya."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yup," I say popping the 'p'.
Harry takes my phone away from my hands and puts it in his pocket.
"Give it back Harold," I growl through my teeth.
"No," he replies before a smirk spreads across his face.
His infamous smirk. Ha, oh how I've missed it.
"And why not?" I ask while raising my eyebrows at him.
"Because," he says scooting closer to me. "I haven't talked to you in forever ya know?"
"Mhm," I reply while trying to avoid his piercing green eyes.
This whole situation is bringing back old feelings. I used to like Harry a long time ago...and I guess he kinda did too. Leaving Jersey gave me the chance to forget about all those feelings. But, now that I'm back, everything has kinda crashed down on me.
"So how have ya been Doniya?" he asks me while looking at me. He raises his eyebrow in confusion. "What are you looking at love?" he asks me.
"Uhh-nothing," I say trying to hide my nervousness. I look down at my hands and start to play with my nails again. I clear my throat and begin to speak. "I've been fine I guess...except the fact that I don't ever get to see my brother anymore and I have to take care of my sisters since my grandparents are as old as dirt," I spit at him. "Oh yeah, and did I forget to mention that my brother doesn't seem to give a shit about his real family anymore?"
Harry looks at me and his eyes fill with sympathy. "You know that's not true Doniya," he says. "Zayn loves all of you."
"Well he sure doesn't fucking show it."
"You know that ever since your parents died...its been kinda difficult for him."
"I fucking know that Harry!" I shout. "But that doesn't mean that he can't call every once in a while once in a while, or send a letter saying that's he still alive or something."
"Doniya, he's just trying to keep you and your sisters safe."
"But still Harry. Do you know what it feels like having no one there to help you? Being paranoid everywhere you go? Feeling like your being watched?" I say before sighing. "I've been feeling like someone's been watching me...and it doesn't feel right...it feels odd."
Harry places his hand on top of mine and looks at me with his striking green eyes. "Doniya, we won't let anything happen to you. Okay love?"
"I know," I mumble.
Harry presses a kiss on my cheek and his lips linger there longer than they should.
"Now get some rest. I know it's been a long day for you." Harry gets up from my bed and walks towards the door.
Part of me doesn't want him to leave. I wanna reach out to him and tell him to stay.
"Harry," I say so softly that I hope he doesn't hear me. But he stops dead in his tracks and looks at me with a worried expression on his face.
"Yeah?" he says before raising his eyebrows.
"Uhh...thanks," I say softly.
"Don't worry about it," he says before winking at me and walking out the door, shutting it behind him.
Once he leaves, I plop down to my pillows again. I sigh and stare up at the ceiling.
It's gonna happen all over again isn't it?
Me & Harry.
I want to scream...but I keep myself from doing it.
Instead, I close my eyes and slowly drift off into a pleasant slumber.
I don't have anywhere to go, so I quietly walk over to Zayn's room.
It was petty for Doniya to kick me out...but I guess it is technically her room.
I pull back the sheets on Zayn's bed and lay down. I bunch the covers around me because its awfully cold in here.
I can't believe Will took Zayn's sisters. That's a low. Even for him. But, I'm guessing that he wants me to come home.
Too bad I'm not.
I'm not fucking going back so I can fight with him every fucking day and let him smother me with his excessive hovering.
He needs to chill the fuck out. He's so fucking uptight all the fucking time. I guess I could say my father was the same way, but he would give up...unlike Will...who won't fucking stop trying.
We have to get Zayn's sisters back. No matter what. But I'm not fucking going back to Will. Absolutely not. I'm an adult and I can take care of myself. But, he fails to realize that. I'm still his little sister who needs to be protected by him in his eyes.
Suddenly the door opens and I turn my attention towards the light coming through the door. Zayn walks in and shuts the door behind him. I watch as he slips off his shirt and sweatpants. He realizes that I'm watching him ad I quickly look away.
"I saw that," he whispers before chuckling. He climbs into the bed and pulls me close to him.
I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck and place my hand on his bare chest.
"I don't think your sister likes me very much Zayn," I whisper.
Zayn chuckles at my remark. "Doniya doesn't really like anyone. She's...well...a bitch sometimes."
"You're kidding?" I say sarcastically.
"She just has to warm up to you," he says while brushing my hair away from my face.
"Well that's probably gonna take a lifetime," I whisper under my breath.
"What?" he asks me sounding confused.
Zayn leans down and kisses me on the forehead.
"Zayn?" I ask.
"Are you gonna give me back to my brother?"
"No, of course not."
"You promise?" I whisper.
"Yes," he says before pressing a soft kiss on my lips, making all my doubts fade away. "Now get some sleep babe. We are gonna have a long day tomorrow."
I nod my head and pull Zayn closer to me if that's even possible.
I close my eyes and focus on Zayn's heartbeat, eventually causing me to drift off to sleep.