Rachel


"Ugh how much longer?" Harry groaned. "Not again," I muttered. We hd barely even started walking and the boys were already complaining. "Would you guys just calm down?" Olivia said with a slight hint off amusement. "No, my feet hurt, we've been walking all day," Liam said. Me, Allie, and liv just laughed. "You guys really need to get in shape," Allison teased bumping Harry's shoulder playfully.

"We are in shape!" Zayn protested. "Suree," Olivia said sarcastically. We all just chuckled and started walking home. We reached Olivia's "apartment" "Bye guys thanks for walking me home," Olivia said. "Bye Liv, I said. Zayned walked up to Olivia before we started leaving. He told her something than gaver her a gently kiss on the cheek. Me and Allison gasped.

Then we started fangirling, quietly, but we were fangriling. "He kissed her!" Megan said. "On the cheek." I said. "yeah but still. He. Kissed. Her," she said, We both started giggling like idiots until Harry, Liam and Niall looked at us strangely.

"Are you guys ok?" Liam asked. Me and Allison pulled ourselves together

"We're great!" I said.

Olivia

Zayn smiled at me before he turned around and started walking with the group. My fingers gently touched the spot where his lips just were. When he kissed me the sparks ran through my whole body and I felt pure happiness. Even from a kiss on the cheek it still mean something. I quickly snuck around the corner and started to walk towards my real apartment. I sighed as I stepped over disgusting garbage as I walked through the alley.

I saw a dead rat in the corner of the alley and I tried to cover my nose from the smell, but it was too strong. I hated the fact that Ihad to do this every day. Why couldn't my mum be like Kate's? Someone who actually loves their daughter.

I thought I heard footsteps behind me, but when I turned around no one was there. I just shook it of and continued walking. I reached my apartment building. Some of the windows were broken and the front door to the lobby was on its last hinge.

I walked up the squeaky steps and into the lobby. That's when I heard footsteps again. This time on the steps. you can't miss someone climbing those steps, they're so loud. I turned around and fasped.

"Zayn?!" I said outloud. He looked around at this dump. Oh great. Now he knew where I really lived. Now he was going to see me in a whole different way.

"Can I talk to you outside?" He said not looking at me. I nodded slowly and we both walkted out in front of the building.

"This is your real home?" he asked. I already felt the tears coming. "Yes, but Zayn it's not my fault I-" "Shh, Stop rambling" he said. The tears started to stram down my face. It was my fault.

The only reason my mother left me and Cory was because she said I was a horrible daughter. You see when I was six, before Cory was born, my family was considered the perfect family. We lived in a nice house, and it was just me, my mum, and my dad. My parents loved each other and they loved me.

But I was spolied. I was a spoiled brat even at six.

I would throw tantrums just because something didn't go my way. I knew it bugged my mother, but for some reason I didn't stop it. Everything had to go my way. I've obviously changed since then, but I'm the reason that Cory and I are living in this...this place.

Whn my parents spilt up six years later, it was hard. My dad took all of our money and left us on the streets. My mum became a bartender and worked at a local club. She amde larely enough money to keep shoes on our feet let alone a place to sleep. But I was still a spoiled brat.

I'd tell at her and I could see the stress in her eyes. The day he hit me was the day I kept quiet.

I remember it clearly. She had slapped me across the face and it had stung so bad that it turned bright red. I had started crying and she hit me agina. She kept hitting me until I shut up.

My mother was a kind person. Always loving and caring to the people she loved. But I drove her to the edge. That kindness was gone. She become only converned about herself. That happened when I was fourteen. After that day I didn't talk to anyone.

Then we moved here. Allison and KAte were the only ones who finally got me to speak. Everyone at first picked on me, but soon I became friends with a lot of people. Thats why Kate and Allie are my best friends. They got me to speak again.

My mother left every night. I had to get a part time job to keep me and Cory from going hungry. Kate and Allison gave me some clothes, but unforunetly they don't have brothers so Cory only has one pair of shoes, one pair of shorts, one pair of pants, and a t-shirt. Allison and Kate gave me some jackets for both of us and god bless them for that.

But it's hard.

I ended up telling Zayn all of this. I started bawling and he took me in his arms. He hugged me tight and stroked my hair to calm me down.

"Shh, it's alright," he said. I sobbed into his chest and he gripped me tighter. "I didn't want anyone to know about this," I said in between cries. "Why?" he said. "I'm ashamed of it," I said "I brought this all on myself," "Don't say that, everyone makes mistakes, you need to keep your head up," he said. He took his figures and liften my chin so i had to look him in the eyes.

He had really pretty eyes.

"You need to stop worrying, you have great friends who will help you through this," he said. I nodded and the next hting I know........

He kissed me.