I was sitting at the edge of the platform where the lads are supposed to perform and make girls scream like crazy. My legs crossed and my elbows resting on them, my hands becoming the support from my head.
After the closet incident, Zayn wasn't even looking at me, and everyone assumed that Harry and I were together, when I obviously can't stand them near me more than twenty minutes.
It was all-stupid you know; there was no point for Zayn to be mad at me. I was old enough to do whatever I wanted, and he knew it.
"Reeve." I heard Zayn say. I took a deep breath and waited for my brother to either talk or sit next to me. "Can I speak to you?"
"Do you want to speak with me Javadd?" I questioned turning around. "Or are you just going to start shouting at me for something that wasn't even my fault?"
"I want speak." Zayn sat down. "I want to hear your side."
"There's no side to this story Javadd!" I exclaimed. "It was all a freaking accident! Haven't you ever had those? It wasn't Harry's fault, nor it was mine. It was an accident that we got locked up in a closet for four hours!"
"I get that Reeve!" Zayn exclaimed. "But I want to know why Harry? Why are you pranking out people with him? Why are you hanging out so much with him?"
I frowned. "What?" I questioned. "You're jealous that I am friends with one of your best friends?" I chuckled in disbelief. "I'm sorry Javadd, but I am stuck in a tour bus with your friends, I think that I can become friends will all of them. As in for answering your fucking question, it is because he is the same age I am. He is into the things that I like to do." I stood up. "Is it wrong that I want to have friends? We used to have friends in common, and it is not my fault that he might develop feelings for me. I know not to open you heart. You taught me that after you forgot who the fuck I was."
I turned around and walked away. I couldn't be with my brother. He was being childish about me hanging out with Harry. I mean I know that I hang out with him the most, but why does he freak out about it. I know Harry's reputation? Hell I know everyone's reputation.
"Where's Zayn?" Liam questioned me as I entered the hallway. "Reeve." He grabbed my arm as I tried to walk past him. "Where is Zayn?"
"On stage." I replied. "I left him there." I snatched my arm away. "I'll be at my bunk, and don't you dare send anyone for me."
"What is going on between you and Zayn?" Liam questioned.
I let out a breath. "Lack of love." I whispered and walked away.
I got to the bus and climbed in my bunk where the tears started flooding down. I didn't even know that I wanted to cry, hell I hadn't cried since last summer, and I cried because my dog died.
I took out the necklace that I always wear hidden underneath my cloth. It was a locket, which I had gotten for my tenth birthday. The picture inside was Zayn and me in a fake concert we made for our parents anniversary when we were younger.
I let out a shaky breath as more tears rolled down my cheek, there was no point in crying, but there was no point in hiding it anymore. I knew that Zayn and I were suffering from lack of love, and I knew why it was.
I cleaned my tears and washed my face. I was going to get my brother back. I had been childish and stupid believing that if I treated my brother the way he treated me everything would go back to normal. I was so wrong.
I climbed out of the bus and the shouting was louder. I stopped dead on tracks and saw that on the door Zayn was standing, his face was stained in tears. I smiled and ran over to my brother. He met me halfway embracing me in a hug.
"I'm so sorry." We both said. "I was so out of line." We laughed.
"You go first." I said sniffing.
"Okay." Zayn chuckled. "I'm sorry for letting you alone. I never forgot about you Reeve, the only thing was that I wanted to have so much time with you that I never had. I'm sorry for getting jealous, but that is my job sister. I love you."
I hugged him. "I'm sorry too Zayn. I blame it all on you, when it is also my fault. I should have tried harder to keep in touch with you. I'm sorry for thinking that if I ignored you everything would be the same. I'm sorry for not showing you how much I love you." I cried.
"I forgive you Reeve." He held me tighter. "I hope you can forgive me. I won't be able to live without your forgiveness."
"I forgive you Javadd." I whispered. "You're the best big brother ever."
Zayn pulled out of the hug and winked at me. I started laughing and together we walked back to the backstage area. It was some sort of movie tale, but the truth was, that when we were younger Zayn and I were inseparable, but as we grew up we drifted apart, we each took the road we wanted, never crossing over to each other.
"Hurry up mate!" Louis shouted. "We're supposed to be on in twenty!"
I pushed Zayn so that he could move faster. "Hurry up. I'll be watching."
"Behave." Zayn kissed my head and took off.
I walked over to the stage and stood in place to watch my brother perform with his best friends.
A huge smile formed on my face as I typed the newest tweet trend:
@ReeveM: I love you brother! @ZaynMalik #ZaynReeveBrothers