hey everybody my name is hope i'm 18 years old and this is my story
my parents got divorced when i was one year old, my brother Zayn was two years old so i lived with my mother and Zayn lived with dad. My parents... died in a car accident last year on my birthday when they were both on their way to the big party. Zayn and i aren't close, we don't see each other very often, i live on my own and he is in a popular boy band called One Direction, i always see him on T.V. and social medias.
One night i was out partying in a club with my boyfriend Shane, we walked towards the bar and before i could sit, a familiar voice called my name making me turn around. it was Zayn!
"ZAYN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" i yelled so he could hear me. he stepped closer to me and held my forearm with an angry face. "i should ask you the same question" he said looking at Shane. "let's go" he said literally dragging me out of the club. Shane didn't even follow us, i've been having second thoughts about him lately!
Zayn finally let go of my arm outside. "ZAYN you can't do this" i yelled. "Hope i don't admire seeing you in places like this, and what in the world are you wearing? cover up for god's sake" he said wrapping his jacket around my shoulders. i took it off madly and sighed.
"why are you acting like my protective brother all of a sudden? YOU'RE NOT MY DAD" i yelled holding back the tears. "THAT'S RIGHT I'M NOT BECAUSE HE DIED AND LEFT ME IN CHARGE" Zayn shouted back making me cry.
we had a minute of silence until Zayn spoke again. "we can't just stand here and yell at each other, let's go home hope" he said wrapping his jacket around my shoulders once again. i jumped in his car that was parked at the end of the street and he drove to his house, which is also my dad's house.
"no take me back to my place" i said. "no way you're living with me from now on, i have to take care of you, i know i was so irresponsible for the past year but you're my little sister and your life is a mess" he said. "why thankyou" i said sarcastically jumping out of the car.
i waited for Zayn to unlock the door then stepped inside. "where should i sleep?" i asked. "choose any room upstairs" he replied. "but wait we need to talk" he said stopping me from rushing to the room. "about what?" i asked. "about... just everything, you and me, our lives and how we're gonna live from this moment on, oh and especially about how you changed, from the way you dress to the guys you're hanging out with" he said when i cut him off.
"my life is none of your business Zayn, you were never with me, you left me, you're famous and your life revolves around being in One Direction and making girls happy but what about me? you never thought about me so don't pretend like you care okay?" i said with tears streaming down my face. i was hurt, i've been hurt ever since my parents died because i kept wondering about my brother until i decided to live life on my own.