Destiny was really quiet today. Almost like she did something really bad, possibly to herself. The only times she came out of her room was to eat.
"Destiny? Can I come in?" I knocked on her door. No answer. "Destiny, you can't shut us out. This may be the house that you live in, but you don't own it!" Still no response. "Destiny!" I shouted. I knew that she would always say if she was doing something. It was in her nature. "Destiny, please, I'm just worried about you. Please open your door. Is there something wrong?" Yet still, there was no answer.
I had to do this. I opened her door, strangely unlocked. Destiny was on her bed.
And blood was splattered on the sheets.
"Destiny, why are you doing this to yourself?" I raced over and snatched the razor out of her hand.
"Hey! Give me back my razor!" She tried to grab for it, but I held it above her reach.
"I'm not giving you your razor back. You can't do this to yourself, Destiny."
"Why not? I deserve it." Destiny folded her arms across her chest.
"You don-Destiny, no one deserves it cut themselves."
"Nobody but me. I don't deserve to live on this planet. I don't deserve to be Zayn's sister. I don't deserve to be living with One Direction. The only thing that I deserve is death." Blood dripped from her cuts to her bedsheets.
"Destiny, no. You deserve all of those things. Your real parents didn't abandon you, you were kidnapped. Zayn told me that your parents would search for hours on end, calling for you, looking for any signs that they were going the right way. And then, they...they found this."
"They...they found this." Niall held out a golden charm bracelet, one charm, a Pokéball, one, a microphone, another one a piano, a music note, a cat pawprint, and a heart engraved with the word 'Destiny' on it. "It's a Malik heirloom, Zayn told me. They were going to plan to have a child named Destiny and give this to her, pass it down so many generations...they found this, usually on your wrist, but it must've slipped off." I gently took the bracelet from Niall's hand and slipped it on. The charms glinted in the afternoon sunlight. "Destiny, you deserve everything good that comes to you, big or small. The bracelet proves it."
"Don't. Just don't say you don't deserve this, because I know you do." Niall removed his hand from my mouth. "Destiny, everything bad you say about yourself is wrong. Because you are one of those perfect people that are very hard to come by."
"But perfect is-"
"Perfect is you, Destiny. And I won't stop at anything to make sure that you know this. I will tell you that, every single day, until you understand that it's true, because it is." Without giving me time to say another word, Niall cupped my face in his hands.
He came in, closer than I wanted people to normally.
And he kissed me. Niall. James. Fucking. Horan kissed me.
And in that moment, I could feel something I had never felt before. I remember seeing it in movies. People called it 'sparks'. The sparks were flying around in my stomach like runaway fireworks.
But I couldn't kiss back.