zayn's pov

I'm standing by the gate with Louis, who is eager to meet his little sister too. 'Ohmigod, I see here! Imma go scare the shit outta her..' he said sneaking away. Such a child he can be. I finally start to freak out since I can't find my little sister.

What if a guy grabbed her and pulled her away? What if she got on the wrong plane? What if- my phone rings, it's Chanel! I quickly answer.

'Chanel where-' 'are you wearing a red beanie Zanie?' she giggles. 'uhhh yea but-' 'and a complete outfit that makes you look like a hobo?' she giggled again. 'it doesn't make me look-' 'and a ZAP! tattoo on your right arm?' she giggled some more. 'why are you so psychic?!' I yell. As soon as I said that, Iost connection. 'h-he-hello? Chanel?! Ch-'

'RAWR!!!!' screamed a voice behind me as they jumped on my back. 'HOLY SHIT!' I screamed. Then I heard familiar giggles, right next to me. I turned to see Chanel making faces at me. 'fear the tiny dinosaur...arrawrarawr!' I couldn't help but laugh as a wave of relief washed over me.

I'm praying to god that cousin Angie isn't home as I unlock the front door, if she saw us, Chanel would get more than just verbal abuse. Frankly, I'm sick of how they're treating her just because she's adopted! It pisses me off. But when I see how strong she is...she hasn't done any signs of self harm, or self hate....just fear that people will judge her. I'm so proud of how strong she's been over the years...I know she's hurt cause of our parents passing but, I'm glad she's out their wicked arms of tourture.

not to mention how beautiful she's gotten...her jade green eyes, and her ebony black hair, it slightly passes her shoulders,now if only she would wear a head band to keep it out her face...I chuckled to myself. She's so pretty, I'm almost afraid of showing her to the boys....mostly the player of them all, Harry...she would melt under his touch and the way he would look at her....

Shaking that thought from my head, I showed her to her room. 'it's not that great I know, but it's better than the attic in America ay?' she nodded as she entered the small room, it's not that small but it's only big enough for a twin size bed and a dresser, a small TV, a nightstand, and her closet space. Obviously she was happy, she's never really had the proper experience with a bedroom. She looked extremely grateful.

'Thank you Zanie!' she exclaimed, hugging me tightly. 'anytime Nelly...bathroom's across the hall and I'm literally two doors down okay?' I asked kissing her wet cheeks. I knew she was crying from being overwhelmed with happiness. 'get some rest, I'm sure you're tired...' I said wiping her face as she nodded, I was about to walk away when she grabbed my hand again.

'zayn?' 'hmmm?' 'c-can I sleep with you tonight?' I chuckled. 'Nel-Nel you're 16...you sh-' I stopped when I saw her drop her head....what's wrong with her? I've never seen her act like this...what all did they do to her?! 'c'mon..' I said as I grabbed her hand and led her to my room. My room was a bit bigger, it could fit a double bed in here...plus all the other stuff Nelly's room can fit.

I decided to keep my clothes on, it was just sweat pants and a tank top any way...I waited out side the bedroom as she changed into pajamas...looney toons...I chuckled and crawled into bed, she scurried in right after me. When I turned over to face her, her eyes had fresh tears brimming over....oh Jesus, what the bloody hell happened to her?! I opened my arms and she immediately cuddled into my chest. 'g'night Nelly..' I said kissing her head. 'love you...' she nodded. 'iloveyoutoozaynie..' she mummbled...I kissed her head one last time before I fell into a deep slumber....

Notes

I decided to show you Zayn's and Chanel's life style....and how much Zayn cares for her....go ahead and say your 'awes' it was supposed to be touchy :P and serious at the same time lubs ya!

-Chanelxoxoxoxoxo