Someone tackled me to the ground.
"Don't say anything!" The man hissed. He had a British accent I had never heard before. His hazel eyes burned into my icy blue ones. I wanted to scream so badly.

Sammy is a homeless girl, abandoned by her parents and taking shelter in a rather clean evacuated building. She has lived her homeless life for a year now, but soon, it will all change.
Kidnapped one day, her kidnappers give her the chance to live a happy life with them, or continue her poor life as a homeless orphan.
And one of her own kidnappers has an eye on Sammy...


7. Destiny

Samantha's POV

I needed a nap. And a nap was what I got.

But I had a visitor as well.

Vision returned to me as I woke up. The first thing I noticed was Niall around me.

"Come on..." I wriggled out successfully, but woke him up at the same time.

"So I see you're awake." Niall's eyes were sleepy.

"Why are you guys treating me so nicely? You kidnapped me for fuck's sake!" I groaned.

"We didn't want to kidnap you! I suggested that we just explain the situation and let you come with us!"

"What situation? What am I a part of?" My cheeks burned.

Silence. "You're Zayn's younger sister."


"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"You're Zayn Malik's little sister." Niall repeated. My eyes grew huge.

"How is that even possible? My last name is Usua, not Malik!" 

"Your so-called parents kidnapped you when you were only three and they changed your whole name so people could never trace it back to you." Niall explained. "That's all I know. You're gonna have to ask Zayn about the rest."

"So what's my real name, then?" I didn't know what I was feeling. A mixture of anger, sadness, and something else.

"Destiny Violet Malik. That's really all I know about this. If you want more info, you need to talk to Zayn. Also now known as your older brother."


"No buts. Don't call yourself Sammy anymore. It's not your name." Niall got up and left.

My name isn't Samantha...and I'm Zayn Malik's brother...what more crap is gonna happen to me?

"Eevee, I guess my name's Destiny now." I thought. "It's a pretty name. I suppose it suits me. The thing is, I don't look anything like Zayn. How can I be his sister?" Something felt off. I touched my eyes. Contacts? My eye color isn't real? 

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