Being One Direction's Siblings [PROGRESS PAUSED]
Chapter 8
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Here is the eighth chapter, and also a very long chapter!
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*Zayn's POV*
-Eight Days Later-
"Alright boys!" Simon announced, "Here we are, Taylor Creek Beach!"
"Finally!" Harry sighed, jumping out of Simon's car.
"That was honestly the longest car ride ever!" Louis added.
"You will be here for a month and will be staying over there!" Paul informed us, pointing over to a not-so-bad looking cottage.
"Not bad." Liam shrugged.
"See you in August guys. Bye!" Paul said, climbing into his car.
“Bye Paul!” we replied in unison.
"Last one there is a rotten egg!" Louis shouted, racing towards the cottage. Immediately, the rest of us picked up our speed and zoomed towards our summer house.
Liam reached first, followed by Niall and Louis, me and finally Harry.
"Ha! Harry is a rotten egg!" I laughed.
"Ha-ha. Very funny." Harry sarcastically said, rolling his eyes.
The cottage is actually very cozy, small and simplistic. It has little old fashioned white clapboard with shutters and a wraparound porch. Along with a canopied swing off to one side and has a few steps up to the door. There is sand surrounding the cottage, with walk boards, since it is located upon the beach.
We all went inside the cottage. All the rooms in the cottage had the same slightly faded flowered wall-papers, along with different old-fashioned furniture. There was an old, small fireplace beneath the TV.
Liam and Louis sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Niall went to the kitchen, while Harry and I took our bags to our bedrooms.
Harry and I are going to share a room. While Niall, Liam and Louis share the other one. Leaving one empty.
"Boys, look at this." Liam called to us. The television was turned to the Toronto news channel.
"A young fifteen year old girl, named Waliyha has been missing for nearly a week. Her parents have informed us that she has ran away from home on July 2nd." The news reporter said.
“Waliyha?” I thought.
"It is July 10th. She has been missing for over a week, smart one." Louis commented, working the news reporter’s mistake. Niall giggled at his joke.
"Zayn, she looks a lot like you." Liam pointed out.
"And did you not say that your long lost sister’s name was Waliyha." Harry added.
"Yeah...." I shyly replied, trying to pay attention to the news reporter.
"Many directions believe, she maybe Zayn Malik's long lost sister. " The new reporter continues.
"Zayn. Do you still have that Dr. Seuss book on you? Give it to me." Niall said, putting aside his little snack. I nodded and took out the book from my suitcase. I handed it to Niall. He flipped to the first page which had my long lost sister's four year old picture on it. He took the picture and held it next to the girl on the screen.
"Look it matches!" Liam exclaimed.
"She has to be your baby sister!" Harry cheered, I just quietly stared at the screen in dismay.
“Is that really, my Waliyha? My baby sister? Is she really still alive, after so many years …?” I thought hoping.
"Listen." Louis demanded.
"People have been reporting that they have seen Waliyha on Taylor Creek Beach. Also, that her fake abusive father has been taken to jail while the rest of her fake family have been given good protection. Many hope Zayn Malik finds her and confirms that Waliyha is his long lost sister." The news reporter finished.
"Looks like I will be searching for my baby sister all month long. I just have to find her." I demanded, finally saying something.
"We will help!" Niall and Harry said, almost at the same time, both referring to the rest of the group. I nodded.
"Thanks!" I say.
*Waliyha's POV*
-The Next Day-
"Buttercup, it's been nine days already." I say, marking down the ninth day in my notebook, while patting my new puppy.
I found Buttercup, in the forest as a lost puppy. I decided to keep her, for company.
It has been nine days since I have ran away from the place I once called home.
I found an unlimited source of supply of food and water in the forest.
I played with Buttercup, explored the forest, read one of the ten books I have brought with me and played many of the non-Wi-Fi games that I have downloaded in my iPod before I run away.
“This is runaway wasn't as bad as thought it would be.” I thought to myself.
"Buzz"
My alarm went off, notifying me that it was 11:30 in the night, nearly midnight. I put Buttercup to sleep and got dressed to go for my daily walk on the beach.
I grabbed my cell phone. And made my way through the cave.
The moonlight shone on my face, the wind blew through my hair. All my bad feels from my past went away. My heart lightening and my sorrows were lifted. I felt light and free. I felt happy.
I walked along the shoreline, letting the calm, sparkling and glittering water wave splashed onto my feet. It felt relaxing.
I walked over to a large rock, I sat upon it. Resting on my feet in the water. My eyes followed the sea, and resting on the moon high above in the sky.
Just lying on the rock, I felt light with no worries or sorrows. I thought only happy thoughts. Everything was still, calm, and perfect.
*Harry's POV*
"It is ten in the night I am going to bed." Zayn announced going into our room.
"I will come later. Not that tired right now." I say, from in front of the television.
"I am going to bed, too!" Liam announced. Louis followed him.
"I will be in bed right after a nighttime snack." Niall said
By eleven in the night, everyone was fast asleep. I climbed into bed, while Zayn was calmly snoring away. I couldn't sleep at all. I tossed and turned for an hour, after only sleeping for 30 minutes.
By midnight, I was wide awake.
Feed up, I slowly cloned out of bed, and slipped on my sandles and went out for a walk.
Beneath my feet the sand sparkled like a billion tiny jewels under the moonlight.
The ocean was a majestic deep blue colours sparkling.
I felt calm and relaxed. Defiantly wide awake.
I heard the calm waves crashing against the shore and the wind light bowling trough my curly hair.
In the near distance I saw a girl, laying down on a rock with her feet playing in the water.
“I could use someone to talk to.” I thought.
"Uh, hey.” I say to the girl. She turned around, with her face hidden by the darkness.
"Hi." She said in a soothing voice. She I could tell she has a light British accent.
"Could I sit here with you?" I asked.
"Sure." She said, making someone room for me. "It feels like ages since I last talk to someone other than my dog."
"Oh, so do you live alone with your dog?" I asked.
"Yea."
"How about your friends."
"Wow. Umm, I did not think about them until now. I moved here a week ago. I did not tell anyone." She replied, sadly.
"Oh, I am sorry." I say, realizing it was a stupid question to ask.
"It's fine." She giggles. Making me smile. We talked for what seemed like ages, but was only an hour. It was fun.
*Waliyha's POV*
I talked to this curly haired boy for an hour or two. He seemed familiar but, I couldn't remember who. Probably, like a celebrity look-a-like, or something.
"Did you hear the news?" The curly haired boy asked.
"No, why?" I asked, wondering what it could be about.
"A girl named Waliyha has been missing for over a week. Zayn Malik says she maybe his sister. People say she is on this beach." The boy says.
“The news is about me ...?! Zayn Malik's my brother...?!” I think to myself, utterly confused.
I check the time on my iPod. “1:00 a.m.”
“Time to go!” I say to myself, in my head.
"What's your name?" I asked, getting up. The boy followed my actions.
"Harry. Harry Styles." He smirked.
I raised an eyebrow at him. I turned on the flash light I my cell phone and held it to his face.
“He was not lying.” I confirmed to myself.
“Well, then I have been talking to THE Harry Styles for about an hour. Pleasant” I thought, shrugging.
"Well Harry." I say, "Meet me here at midnight tomorrow. I need to ask you a couple of questions."
"Alright." Harry said, with a confused frown.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
"Are you not excited that you just met THE Harry Styles." Harry says emphasising the, ‘the’.
"Not a fan." I simply said, with a smirk. I jumped off the rock, and wave to harry and say, "Bye Harry."
*Harry's POV*
“Not a fan …? How could she not be a fan?!” I pounder confusingly.
"Wait. What is your name?" I called, after the girl.
"Waliyha. Possibly Waliyha Malik." She says with a smirk running away from me.
I was absolutely speechless. I just talk to Zayn's long lost baby sister.
I slowly made my back to the cottage. Claiming into bed I didn't realize how tired I until now.
I immediately feel into a deep sleep.
That night I had a strange, but pleasing dream …
Do you want Waliyha and Zayn to be siblings or naw?
You vote and lets see what happens!
Here is the eighth chapter, and also a very long chapter!
Hope you enjoy!
*Zayn's POV*
-Eight Days Later-
"Alright boys!" Simon announced, "Here we are, Taylor Creek Beach!"
"Finally!" Harry sighed, jumping out of Simon's car.
"That was honestly the longest car ride ever!" Louis added.
"You will be here for a month and will be staying over there!" Paul informed us, pointing over to a not-so-bad looking cottage.
"Not bad." Liam shrugged.
"See you in August guys. Bye!" Paul said, climbing into his car.
“Bye Paul!” we replied in unison.
"Last one there is a rotten egg!" Louis shouted, racing towards the cottage. Immediately, the rest of us picked up our speed and zoomed towards our summer house.
Liam reached first, followed by Niall and Louis, me and finally Harry.
"Ha! Harry is a rotten egg!" I laughed.
"Ha-ha. Very funny." Harry sarcastically said, rolling his eyes.
The cottage is actually very cozy, small and simplistic. It has little old fashioned white clapboard with shutters and a wraparound porch. Along with a canopied swing off to one side and has a few steps up to the door. There is sand surrounding the cottage, with walk boards, since it is located upon the beach.
We all went inside the cottage. All the rooms in the cottage had the same slightly faded flowered wall-papers, along with different old-fashioned furniture. There was an old, small fireplace beneath the TV.
Liam and Louis sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Niall went to the kitchen, while Harry and I took our bags to our bedrooms.
Harry and I are going to share a room. While Niall, Liam and Louis share the other one. Leaving one empty.
"Boys, look at this." Liam called to us. The television was turned to the Toronto news channel.
"A young fifteen year old girl, named Waliyha has been missing for nearly a week. Her parents have informed us that she has ran away from home on July 2nd." The news reporter said.
“Waliyha?” I thought.
"It is July 10th. She has been missing for over a week, smart one." Louis commented, working the news reporter’s mistake. Niall giggled at his joke.
"Zayn, she looks a lot like you." Liam pointed out.
"And did you not say that your long lost sister’s name was Waliyha." Harry added.
"Yeah...." I shyly replied, trying to pay attention to the news reporter.
"Many directions believe, she maybe Zayn Malik's long lost sister. " The new reporter continues.
"Zayn. Do you still have that Dr. Seuss book on you? Give it to me." Niall said, putting aside his little snack. I nodded and took out the book from my suitcase. I handed it to Niall. He flipped to the first page which had my long lost sister's four year old picture on it. He took the picture and held it next to the girl on the screen.
"Look it matches!" Liam exclaimed.
"She has to be your baby sister!" Harry cheered, I just quietly stared at the screen in dismay.
“Is that really, my Waliyha? My baby sister? Is she really still alive, after so many years …?” I thought hoping.
"Listen." Louis demanded.
"People have been reporting that they have seen Waliyha on Taylor Creek Beach. Also, that her fake abusive father has been taken to jail while the rest of her fake family have been given good protection. Many hope Zayn Malik finds her and confirms that Waliyha is his long lost sister." The news reporter finished.
"Looks like I will be searching for my baby sister all month long. I just have to find her." I demanded, finally saying something.
"We will help!" Niall and Harry said, almost at the same time, both referring to the rest of the group. I nodded.
"Thanks!" I say.
*Waliyha's POV*
-The Next Day-
"Buttercup, it's been nine days already." I say, marking down the ninth day in my notebook, while patting my new puppy.
I found Buttercup, in the forest as a lost puppy. I decided to keep her, for company.
It has been nine days since I have ran away from the place I once called home.
I found an unlimited source of supply of food and water in the forest.
I played with Buttercup, explored the forest, read one of the ten books I have brought with me and played many of the non-Wi-Fi games that I have downloaded in my iPod before I run away.
“This is runaway wasn't as bad as thought it would be.” I thought to myself.
"Buzz"
My alarm went off, notifying me that it was 11:30 in the night, nearly midnight. I put Buttercup to sleep and got dressed to go for my daily walk on the beach.
I grabbed my cell phone. And made my way through the cave.
The moonlight shone on my face, the wind blew through my hair. All my bad feels from my past went away. My heart lightening and my sorrows were lifted. I felt light and free. I felt happy.
I walked along the shoreline, letting the calm, sparkling and glittering water wave splashed onto my feet. It felt relaxing.
I walked over to a large rock, I sat upon it. Resting on my feet in the water. My eyes followed the sea, and resting on the moon high above in the sky.
Just lying on the rock, I felt light with no worries or sorrows. I thought only happy thoughts. Everything was still, calm, and perfect.
*Harry's POV*
"It is ten in the night I am going to bed." Zayn announced going into our room.
"I will come later. Not that tired right now." I say, from in front of the television.
"I am going to bed, too!" Liam announced. Louis followed him.
"I will be in bed right after a nighttime snack." Niall said
By eleven in the night, everyone was fast asleep. I climbed into bed, while Zayn was calmly snoring away. I couldn't sleep at all. I tossed and turned for an hour, after only sleeping for 30 minutes.
By midnight, I was wide awake.
Feed up, I slowly cloned out of bed, and slipped on my sandles and went out for a walk.
Beneath my feet the sand sparkled like a billion tiny jewels under the moonlight.
The ocean was a majestic deep blue colours sparkling.
I felt calm and relaxed. Defiantly wide awake.
I heard the calm waves crashing against the shore and the wind light bowling trough my curly hair.
In the near distance I saw a girl, laying down on a rock with her feet playing in the water.
“I could use someone to talk to.” I thought.
"Uh, hey.” I say to the girl. She turned around, with her face hidden by the darkness.
"Hi." She said in a soothing voice. She I could tell she has a light British accent.
"Could I sit here with you?" I asked.
"Sure." She said, making someone room for me. "It feels like ages since I last talk to someone other than my dog."
"Oh, so do you live alone with your dog?" I asked.
"Yea."
"How about your friends."
"Wow. Umm, I did not think about them until now. I moved here a week ago. I did not tell anyone." She replied, sadly.
"Oh, I am sorry." I say, realizing it was a stupid question to ask.
"It's fine." She giggles. Making me smile. We talked for what seemed like ages, but was only an hour. It was fun.
*Waliyha's POV*
I talked to this curly haired boy for an hour or two. He seemed familiar but, I couldn't remember who. Probably, like a celebrity look-a-like, or something.
"Did you hear the news?" The curly haired boy asked.
"No, why?" I asked, wondering what it could be about.
"A girl named Waliyha has been missing for over a week. Zayn Malik says she maybe his sister. People say she is on this beach." The boy says.
“The news is about me ...?! Zayn Malik's my brother...?!” I think to myself, utterly confused.
I check the time on my iPod. “1:00 a.m.”
“Time to go!” I say to myself, in my head.
"What's your name?" I asked, getting up. The boy followed my actions.
"Harry. Harry Styles." He smirked.
I raised an eyebrow at him. I turned on the flash light I my cell phone and held it to his face.
“He was not lying.” I confirmed to myself.
“Well, then I have been talking to THE Harry Styles for about an hour. Pleasant” I thought, shrugging.
"Well Harry." I say, "Meet me here at midnight tomorrow. I need to ask you a couple of questions."
"Alright." Harry said, with a confused frown.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
"Are you not excited that you just met THE Harry Styles." Harry says emphasising the, ‘the’.
"Not a fan." I simply said, with a smirk. I jumped off the rock, and wave to harry and say, "Bye Harry."
*Harry's POV*
“Not a fan …? How could she not be a fan?!” I pounder confusingly.
"Wait. What is your name?" I called, after the girl.
"Waliyha. Possibly Waliyha Malik." She says with a smirk running away from me.
I was absolutely speechless. I just talk to Zayn's long lost baby sister.
I slowly made my back to the cottage. Claiming into bed I didn't realize how tired I until now.
I immediately feel into a deep sleep.
That night I had a strange, but pleasing dream …
Notes
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update love, i'm enjoying this a lot with all the love Serenity
4/3/15