I'm not sure how long I've been crying for. My tears have stopped now. My throat hurts a lot. Zayn held me close the entire time. He is such a good brother. I've missed him for the past two years.

"I'm sorry." I apologize to Zayn. His shirt is all wet from my tears.

"Don't be." Zayn kisses my forehead.

"I'm going to take a shower." I stand up slowly.

Zayn stands up next to me. "I'll order take out." He kisses my forehead again before shutting the door behind him.

I lock the door. I take a deep breath. I place my hands on the counter by the sink. I look up at the mirror. I look terrible. My eyes are red and puffy. My hair is a complete mess. I push away from the counter. I slide the shower curtain back and turn on the hot water.

I peel my clothes off and drop them on the floor. I grab the two towels on the towel rack and place them on the little table by the shower. I step underneath the hot water flowing out if the nozzle.

I feel bad for Niall. I didn't mean to snap at him. It's just that all the memories came flooding back. He was there and I took my anger out on him.

I'm normally good at holding my emotions in. I've had two years of practice. I'm an expert at this kind of thing.

Once I'm done with my shower I shut the water off. I reach for the first towel and wrap it around my dark brown hair. I grab the second towel and wrap it around my petite body. I step out of the shower being careful not to slip on the tile.

I unlock the bathroom door and make my way towards my bed. I make sure my bedroom door is locked first. Good. Zayn must have closed it for me. I unzip my other duffel bag. I dig through my clothes.

I grab a pair of yellow Victoria Secrets sweatpants. I pull on a pair of underwear and a bra on first. I slide in the sweatpants. I find a grey tank top and put it on. None of my hoodies match my outfit now. Maybe I'll steal on of Zayn's. I grab two random socks. I hate being barefoot.

I flip my hair over and put it in a messy bun. A few long pieces of hair is hanging down by my face. This is as good as it gets.

I open my bedroom door and step in the corridor. I stand at the end of the corridor and see Niall on the couch looking sad. I feel terrible for snapping at him.

"Niall?" I step closer to him.

Niall's head snaps up. He stands up quickly. "Natalie, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry."

"It's not your fault." I stop him from apologizing anymore. "I started remembering some painful memories and I snapped at you. I wasn't mad at you."

"Are you sure?" Niall looks down at me with sad eyes.

"Yeah." I nod my head.

Niall smiles and moves forward. His arms move out towards me. I flinch backwards automatically. Niall's face drops instantly.

"I'm sorry." I apologize again.

"It's cool." Niall mumbles looking sad.

I just keep hurting him. I'm not meaning too. I don't like hurting people because I know how it feels. I try not to hurt people. I just have a hard time trusting people now.

"I have food!" Louis yells breaking the awkward silence that settled between Niall and I.

Louis walks in the flat carrying three bags of food. Liam and Harry walk in behind him with bags of food in their hands. How much food did they buy?

Liam sees me in the living room and runs over to me. "How are you feeling?" He looks me over with concern.

Awh. He's like another brother to me already. Liam is one of those people that cares for everyone. I understand why Zayn calls him Daddy Direction.

"Fine." I lie. "What kind of food do you have?" I walk past Liam and Niall.

"A little bit of everything." Harry starts unloading the bags. "We weren't sure what kind of food you liked."

"I like everything." I grab a pre-made turkey wrap.

"You and Niall are perfect for each other!" Harry exclaims.

"What did I say about trying to set my sister up with someone?" Zayn walks in the room wearing a pair of grey sweats and a blue hoodie.

"I was simply stating a fact." Liam holds his hands up innocently.

Zayn frowns at Liam. "How are you feeling?" Zayn pulls me into a hug.

"I'm good." I try to smile. "Do you have a hoodie I can borrow?"

"I'll get you one!" Louis yells running to the living room. He comes back with a grey pullover hoodie for me.

I grab the jacket from Louis's hand. "Thanks." I pull the jacket on over my tank top.

The sleeves fall past my hands. I roll the sleeves up some to be able to use my hands. I see Niall watching me with a cute smile on his face. Did I just say cute?

I breathe in the cologne. This jacket smells incredible. It doesn't smell like Zayn, though. Zayn has a woodsy smell to him. This smells amazing. I'm not even sure how to describe it.

"I brought some movies from my flat." Harry says carrying over a handful of DVDs. "I've got horror, comedy, action, or Disney?"

I look at the movies in his hand. "You have Footloose?!" I snatch the movie from his hand. "Can we watch it? Please? Please!" I stick my bottom lip out.

Harry laughs at me. "Sure. I'll put it in." He takes the movie out of my hand.

"I'll get popcorn!" Niall runs to the kitchen.

"I got the drinks!" Liam follows Niall.

"Candy!" Louis shouts running to the kitchen.

"Your friends are insane." I laugh turning to look at Zayn.

Zayn shoves his hands in his jacket pockets. "Tell me about it. I just don't like the fact that they keep flirting with you or trying to set you up with Niall."

I smile up at my twin. "Don't worry about it. I'm not looking for a relationship. I don't think I will ever be. Glen ruined my life a lot." I whisper the last part.

"You shouldn't let him ruin the rest of your life." Zayn pulls me in a hug. "There is a guy out there somewhere that will fall in love with you. I won't be happy about it at first, but I'll get used to it."

"I've missed you." I hug him back.

I've missed Zayn's wise words. He was always so smart and always knew what to do. Everyday he would have a new deep saying or quote. I'm not sure I'll be able to go back to London Fine Arts Academy. I've been away from Zayn for two years. I can't possible do another two more. Maybe I could transfer somewhere closer.