Being One Direction's Siblings [PROGRESS PAUSED]

*Zayn's POV*
-That same night-

I simile as I gently stroked Waliyha's soft brown hair, as she slept next to me.

I finally got my baby sister back. I honestly couldn't feel happier. I smiled at the thought.

~Flashback~

It was the summer of Waliyha's fourth birthday. Doniya, my older sister, suggested to celebrate at the beach as a family.

That year I was 11 years old and my family had travelled to Canada for the summer.

On the beach, after we had the cake and I gave her a Teddy bear, I took Waliyha for a walk on the shoreline. I had gotten distracted by something and failed to realize that my baby sister was taken by a huge wave.

The water had taken her so far away into the ocean that she was untraceable. Once the boat went out to retrieve her. She was nowhere to be found.

It was completely my fault, but sometimes Doniya blames herself for choosing the beach as the place to have the birthday party. Although we all knew it was my fault. I had made an unforgiveable mistake. I just lost my baby sister, who was also my favourite.

My parents weren't speaking to me, for a year. My sisters barely spoke to me. I cried regularly, in the safety of my own room, hoping she would come back. I kept to myself, and almost lost myself.

My most favourite sister was lost somewhere in Canada with the stuffed dog I gave her that birthday.

~End of Flashback~

I soon fell asleep. I was truly grateful towards Harry for finding Waliyha. I really am. My life felt complete. I don’t know how I am supposed to repay him. I would give him my life now.

*Waliyha's POV*

As I slept between my brother and Harry, Buttercup slept on the floor next to the bed. That night, I had a dreamed, which basically summed up my entire life.

~Dream~

It begun on the summer of my fourth birthday, my family and I were celebrating in on a beach in Canada. Zayn gave me a stuffed dog (which I still have to this day, forward) for my birthday. He took me for a walk on the shoreline. Zayn got sidetracked just before a huge gush of water took me away. Many tried to rescue me but all failed. I floated away with my stuffed dog.

I had floated to shore where a boy around eleven years old carried me to his family. They adopted me and raised me with the proper care, love and protection I needed. Completely forgetting about my original family.

When I was 12 years old, a couple with two sons younger then I saw came to claims me as their own. Since then, I grew up in misery and hell. I was beaten and abused. I lived nowhere near a normal life.

I lived happily at school and in devastating conditions at my so-called-home. It was all because of my so-called-father. I never saw my other family again.

I grew up with the knowledge that this abusive family was my original family.

~End of dream~

I tighten the embrace I had on Zayn in my sleep. I felt happy and like my life has been completed. I have finally found my big brother. I plan on never leaving his side again. I actually feel alive.

“This is where my life truly begins.” I thought, following into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Notes

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