I woke up on bed and saw that Zayn was not next to me. I jumped up and saw him sitting on a table and holding my phone. I ran to him and snatched the phone out of his hand. He turned to me and smiled.

"You have a sister and you didn't even tell me?" Zayn asked and sighed. I rolled my eyes and put my phone on my bed.

"It doesn't matter. I don't like her so I don't have to tell anyone." I said and sat on my bed. Zayn started to think of all possible reasons I might not like her.

"Why don't you like your sister?" he asked me. I sighed.

"Well, she stole all my friends in elementary school, boarding school, every DAMN SCHOOL!!!" I complained. Zayn lifted a brow- blown away.

"Is that all?" he asked.

"She would always look for a way to get me in trouble...in total, she's an ass!" I said and laid on the bed. Zayn got up and started to clap. I sat up and started to get scared.

"Uhhh....why are you clapping?" I asked.

"The ass is coming to stay with you. Get prepared to pick her up from the airport-TODAY!!!" Zayn said and started to laugh. It was funny to him but it was a nightmare to me. I screamed and checked my phone for the message.

Of course she doesn't care what my condition is. How would she? I bowed my head on my laps and Zayn came to sit with me.

"It's okay Beth. If you don't like her that much, I'll keep her company for ya" he said and gave me a thumbs up. I raised my head quickly. Zayn keeping Kate company was going to be a terrible idea. What if she started to tell him embarrassing stories of me and completely paint me black? Then Zayn will hate me. Why did I even care if he would hate me? I felt the spark on my eyelid. It wasn't exactly painful but it always put me in a pitiful condition. Did I love Zayn? Maybe I did. If Zayn left me right now, I would feel lonely. I'm a celebrity but I can't but, I can't possibly have a fan as my friend. It would attract other fans and... you get the point.

"Zayn thank you but-"

"You don't want me to but why?" he asked bringing his face close to mine. It made my hot so I turned the other way and stood up.

"You can order whatever you want to eat. I'm going to shower" I said. Was I doing the right thing by not telling Zayn my feelings? I didn't know but I didn't want to be rejected.
   When we got to the airport, it was crowded. I took my bodyguards with me and I'm happy I did because so many people were running and probably attacking Zayn and I.. especially Zayn. He just continued to smile and wave like a prince. I couldn't stop him. He looked happy (as usual).

"BETH!!!" shouted a voice from afar. I looked everywhere but saw no one. Zayn tapped me and pointed at a distance. I saw my sister carrying a bunch of load as she approached me. All I could do was stare. I couldn't believe it. After so many years I spent trying to avoid Kate, she was at my front.

"Well, greet me" she commanded me. I rolled my eyes and turned the other way.

"You're still the same Beth. Same old same" she said and also rolled her eyes. She looked at Zayn and her jaw dropped. She took volume three of dark hour out of her bag and pointed at his picture at the front of the book.

"ZAYN PARK?!!! B-BUT HOW?" she exclaimed and hugged him. Zayn smiled at me and shrugged like 'Don't blame me'. I used my eyes to tell him not to tell her. It's not like we knew how he got there so it made things easier. After got left him, she looked at me with a bad eye.

"What are you doing with him anyway? Someone who practically a nerd--" Kate said and that's where I interrupted her.

"Not another word Katherine. I had things to do but got out of my way to pick you and you've shown no gratitude." I said strictly.

"Not like you have a choice. I'm older and you must do what I say. Now, fake my box. If you don't do what I say, I'll tell dad" she said and threw at me. Zayn laughed a little but when he saw me looking at him, he stopped. I knew having my sister was an omen. Some paparazzi ran to our direction and one of them pointed a mic at me.

"So from the way things look, you hate an all time animator, Katherine Halloway and it seems she's your sister. Miss Bethany Halloway, why do you hate your sister?" the reporter asked. Zayn held our hands and before we knew it, we were outside and at the front of our ferrari. Our bodyguards came running after us and arranged Kate's boxes in the car. Later, we drove off.

In the car, Kate was flirting with Zayn. Even after I had told Zayn about her, he still seemed to be getting well acquainted with her. I felt so bad. After my sister stole all my friends, she was ready to steal Zayn from me. I could sense it.
     When we got to my apartment, Zayn helped my sister with her luggages. I walked to my garden on my own and sat on the fresh grass. It was a good place for me to sulk. After a while, I went back and still saw them together. I feared Zayn might be liking my sister.

"So tell me more about Beth" Zayn asked.

" She's a disrespectful, stuck up girl who hated me for no reason" Kate said. She literally defined herself. I felt like bursting in and clipping her lips together. It was my room and I had all rights but I couldn't. My sister yawned and layed down on my bed. Zayn turned back and saw me eavesdropping. My heart skipped and that's when I felt the spark right there. It struck and made my leg wobbly. I crawled back to the garden and saw a leg in my way. I looked up and saw Zayn crossing his hands.

"Spying?" he asked smiling. Why was this guy so full of himself? I stood up and went to sit on the grass. Zayn sat with me.

"Why are you so mad?" he asked me. I turned the other way, hiding my frown.

"Ohhhh. I see. Because I was talking to your sister" he said. I wanted him to figure it on his own. I still didn't talk. I wanted to make him feel very guilty. He stood up and looked down on me.

"Beth, the only person in your way-"

"Is my sister" I said

"What? No. It's you. You're the person in your way. Look, I know your sister is a burden to you but that doesn't mean everyone shouldn't talk to her" he said with a soft voice. Was Zayn Park advising me? The trouble maker was advising me.

"But you'll forget me" I said out of the bloom with a loud voice. After I realised what I had said, I stood up and was about to walk away when he held my hand and pulled me back.

"Is this what it's all about? Me forgetting you? Now we should both know that's impossible. I love troubling you. How could I forget you? " he said and walked away. After he said that, I felt my heart burn. Or was it my face burning? I felt a spark in my heart. It was worse. Was the only reason he'd remember me really because he loves to pick on me? I didn't know Zayn at all. Who wrote that book? My head with a lot of questions. I tried to gather all the information I already knew about Zayn. He was a demon from another universe known as 'Dark Hour'. He was always full of life and was very mischievous. His eyes turn light red when he wants to do something troublesome but turned dark red when he wants to do something evil. It also turned light red when he's thinking deeply. He trained with a demon and was like a hero. He was once an assassin and knows a lot of fighting techniques. What more was I meant to know?
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When it was night, my sister slept on the foam on the floor. Zayn looked tired but I didn't want him to sleep. I tapped him on his chest. I think I made a mistake. When he turned, his face was so...hot. It made my heart skip and I felt a spark again. I did not like the spark.

"Are you okay?" Zayn asked me. He seemed to care a lot these days.

"I - um....do you like my sister?" I asked him. I kept a sad face. I would be crushed if he liked my sister.

"Nope. Won't even dream of it." Zayn said very fast. I didn't realise when I smiled.

"You look happy" Zayn said smiling. Very soon, I stopped smiling. I had remembered a question I want to ask him.

"Zayn, who wrote Dark Hour?" I asked him. His facial expression quickly changed. He looked deep in thoughts.

"I wish I could tell you" he said and looked at me. His eyes were very bright. I sat up and looked deep into his eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"The name of the author is....." he said but when he was about to say the name, his tongue twisted and he coughed. I gasped and was about to jump out of bed.

"It's okay. Don't be scared" he said and cleared his tongue, then he smiled. That was kind of reassuring but how could he smile after something like that? After that short incident, that's when I got it. It was some sort of curse. He knows the author but can't the name. He took a book and pen and tried to write the author's name but the pen faded away.

"The author's name is forbidden to ever be said" he said in a deep way. When I was about to talk, Zayn pulled me down to the bed and hugged me. That meant... don't talk anymore.

Hello my creative readers. You've finished this part. Sorry I took soo long. I might have more time to do frequent updates. Love you guys💓
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