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Hand In Hand

Chapter Two

We stood quietly outside waiting for a cab. At least that's what I thought we were waiting for. But when a car stopped in front of us and the window rolled down reveling an older woman with a lighthearted smile, I knew that a cab wasn't going to save us. "Anne," She cheered. "How are you?" I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together in annoyance. "I'm not doing so well." My mother said with a sad dramatic sigh. "I'm sorry," She paused leaving a small silence. "These must be your children. I'm Trisha." My mother nodded. "This is Luna and Harry." She smiled again. "Well hop in. The kids are at the house." And with that we climbed into the car after putting our bags in the trunk. I sat in the backseat in the middle beside my brother. My eyes gazed the windshield. "You know Luna, I have a son about your age." She looked at me using the rear-view mirror. I smiled. "Cool." Truth to be told, I didn't like when people assumed my age. Presumably because when people guessed, they are always wrong. "Let me guess. 14?" She grinned. I nodded. I stand corrected. Harry placed his hand above my knee squeezing it lightly. It didn't take long before we arrived at Trisha's house. It was beautiful. Not a mansion; but close. I climbed out of the car after Harry and noticed a figure dressed in dark clothing sitting on the roof. "Zayn Malik! Get down right now! We have guest!" Trisha's voice boomed in my ear. His eyes shot down to us and he stood up helplessly before climbing out of the window. A few seconds later, two girls came out. Following them, was the boy whose name I assumed was Zayn. He looked as annoyed as I was. ''Kids, I would like you to meet our guests. This is Luna and Harry." She beamed motioning to us. "And this is Anne." Both girls waved and the Zayn just stared at his phone. Trisha glared at him and pulled the phone from his large hands. I scratched the back of my neck. "I'm Saafa and this is Waliyha." I waved and smiled. "Zayn, why don't you get the bags and take them to the third floor and girls how about you show them to the rooms." She said clapping her hands in delight. "Alrighty." Saafa replied. With that, we walked inside.
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"Here we are." Waliyha said gesturing to the two bedrooms. I frowned. "Is there-" I was cut off by my mother. "Thank you." She said lowly as I glared at her gritting my teeth. I walked into one of the bedrooms after hugging both, Safaa and Waliyha then thanking them. The room was quiet large. I hoped that I would get to have the first choice for once. "Can I choose where I sleep first?" I asked. "Luna, please." My mother replied harshly. "Why are you being so pissy to Luna," Harry asked staring down at her. "Were all under the weather right now. But, don't take it out on her. It wasn't her fault." His voice was light and gentle. She nodded and pulled me in for a hug. I stiffened, completely unprepared for her actions. My arms slowly wrapped around her for a few seconds before I pulled away. And after that, the tears were inevitable. So I let them fall. One by one. And slowly, I picked up my bag and pulled it into the second room. I immediately collapsed on the bed before hearing a light knock shortly after. The door opened and Saafa was standing in its frame. "Are you coming down for dinner?" She asked softly. I was glad that she was oblivious to my red eyes. Or at least pretending to be. I was almost positive that she would ask me about it later. "Sure. I'll go wash my hands and come down." She nodded and her face glowed as she closed the door quietly. I stood up and made my way into the bathroom. Everything was so complicated so it took me a while to wash my hands. But when I finally finished, I rushed down the steps. Everyone was sitting at the table. The only seat left was beside Waliyha and my mother. I pulled the chair out and sat down. My eyes gazed the plate that had lamb and green peas along with a bowl of white thick creamy stuff. "Sorry, I'm late, Mrs. Malik." She looked up. "That's okay, honey. And please, call me Trisha." I nodded and we began eating. My eyes focused on my food for a while until I looked up at Zayn. He sat straight across from me. A lopsided smirk fell upon his lips as he studied me. I stared back at him and raised my eyebrow. His brown eyes remained on me. A staring contest began. It went on forever until I looked down at my food smiling. We had both know that he had won. My attention turned to Harry only to meet his dark green eyes as he gazed my face. His eyes switched from my face to Zayn's own. I frowned as we were being scrutinized. Zayn looked over at him as Harry gave him a bitter glare. His eyes giving the message, "Fuck off." I rolled my eyes and was very perplexed about the fact that my brother seemed so virulent toward him. Zayn's careless smirk returned to his face and he continued eating. Harry looked back at me with an over powering stare. I shivered slightly and looked down at my food unsure about how to respond.

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I pulled my clothes off after closing the door and put on some sweat pants and a loose tank top. Chills traveled through-out my body as I crawled under the covers. The light turned off by itself as I curled up. Just as I was closing my eyes, the door opened and closed. A few seconds later, the bed sunk slightly and a kiss was placed on my forehead. "I love you, Luna." My head twitched and I felt his warm minty breath on my cheek as he exhaled. "I love you too, Harry." I replied without a voice. Our faces remained in front of one another and sleep lured into Harry. Soon enough, I was asleep listening to his breathing.