It's been actually 2 years since dad died. On my brother, Dean's birthday, it'll be 13 years since mom died. I cry a little every once and a while, but not often, I don't cry. I was a badass, I shouldn't even know how to cry.
"Madison! Grandma wants you!" Dean called from the other side of my bedroom door.
"Hold on." I muttered. I crawled out of bed and walked downstairs. I didn't really wanna talk to anyone right now, but I had to.
"Madison, I know you're upset still, but your grandfather and I have a surprise for you." Grandma said. I don't know why she couldn't just wait until my birthday, it was only in 3 days. She came back with grandpa. They had something in their hands. I looked at them questionably. They handed it to me. "On your birthday, One Direction is having a concert. We got this early enough that it's front row seats." Grandpa said. It was a freaking 1D concert ticket. I jumped up and down, then hugged them.
"Thank you! Thank you! Y'all are the best! I don't know what I'd do without you! Just... Thank you!" I said with a huge smile on my face. I ran up the stairs and started freaking out. What will I wear!? What if Niall sees me?! I thought. I needed an outfit. I went though every shirt I had. I finally chose my 1D shirt. It was black and the printing was white. It was a tight t-shirt. For pants, I chose my favourite ripped skinny jeans. I was going to leave my hair down and stuff. I was short for my age, but I 2nd tallest person in my school.
I heard my grandmother on the phone. "Yes, she's going to be there, don't worry. She wouldn't miss it for the world." She said. Silence. "Yes, she's very excited." She added. Her voice became to muffled after that. I was confused. Who was she talking to?
*Skip To Birthday* (I know, I suck!)
My grandparents didn't make me go to school. I was smiling every minute leading up to the concert. I cleaned my convertible more than once, making sure it was ready. I sat on my bed, replaying 'Story Of My Life' over and over again. I looked up at my 1D poster. It was taller than me and I liked that. I stared up at Niall and just wanted to die. I sang along quietly to my music. I didn't let anyone hear me sing and I didn't let anyone see me dance, so that's what I was doing since I was alone in my room. 20 minutes before the concert, I got dressed and brushed my hair. I grabbed my car keys and hurried downstairs. "I'm leaving! Bye!" I called and rushed out the door. As I pulled up, I sighed in happiness. I stepped out and put on my leather jacket. As I got to the front row, I noticed how many people were in the crowd with me.
Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between?
*After The Concert*
I was walking to my car when I heard footsteps behind me.
"Excused me, miss." Someone said. I turned.
"May I help you?" I asked.
"Are you, Madison Renee Coleman?"
"Yes, may I ask who you are?"
"My name is Paul. Please come with me."
"If you're the police, I was 7!"
"No, I'm not the police."
I followed him down a white hallway. He stopped, as did I. A pair of hands went over my eyes.
"Guess who!" A voice said.
"I don't know, but could you please remove your hands from my eyes?" I asked.
They moved their hands and stepped in front of me. Zayn was standing in front of me.
"Hello, Madison." He said with a smile.
"Who do you know my name?" I asked.
"Follow me and I'll explain."
I followed close behind him until we got to a small room with 2 couches. He motioned for me to take a seat. I sat down and stayed completely still.
"Alright, I know you won't believe, but I'm your brother. Before you say anything, I'll explain. When you were 2, I left to stay with our grandparents. I didn't want to, but mom made me. I stayed there until I went on the X Factor. I told our grandparent to give you the ticket so I could see you again an so I could tell you. Also, I know what you're thinking, and you go by mom's last name, not the proper one, which is dad's." He said.
I blinked a few times in utter shock. My hands slowly and reluctantly formed fists. I narrowed my eyes. "Then where were you when mom died giving birth to our 13 year old brother!? Where were you when dad died 3 days before I turned 16?!" I demanded, raising my voice and standing up. Tears of anger ran down my face like a waterfall as I was dying on the inside from heartbreak. "WHERE WERE YOU!?" I yelled.
He looked like he was going to cry.
"Madison... I'm sorry... I had no idea..." He stammered.
I fell to my knees and cried. I hated letting people seeing me cry, I was a badass, we don't cry. I was actually Madison Renee Malik? Zayn's sister? I was lied to my whole life? I couldn't take this. I buried my face into my knees and cried my heart out. Zayn knelt down next me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Madison, I'm so sorry." He said.
I stared at him with my icy blue eyes. Anger and sadness was flowing through my body. My mind was telling me to punch him, but at the same time, it was telling me to hug him and not let go.
"I need to go home..." I sighed.
"Or do you wanna stay with me?" He asked, trying to make me feel better.
"Alright, tell me where you live and I'll be there in the morning."
We lived in London. It was a small place. He told me where his flat was and I left. I drove home and when I got in, I asked my grandma if she gave me the ticket for Zayn. She nodded. I also told her I was going to stay with him. She smiled with tears forming in her eyes as she hugged me. I went upstairs and packed my 2 big suitcases. I put my clothes in one, and my miscellaneous things in the other, like my trophies and books. I tied my skateboard, scooter, and snowboard together.
A/N: Hi, my beautiful unicorns! I know, I know, I skip over a lot of stuff and this chapter has been kinda boring, and that I can't do the paragraph everytime someone speaks, I'm not good at it, but give me credit for trying! :3