Zayn's POV:

"Sorry kids, you're not allowed inside." A tall muscular man, standing outside the club pulls his hand in front of my face, stopping Paige and me from going inside. Before I can say anything, Paige speaks up.

"What are you saying, he comes here daily. Don't you know him?" Paige says and I mentally groan, my heartbeat fastening at her words. She is going to be the death of me.

I can feel my heart rapidly pounding in my chest, as I stand in this awkward situation.

"No, I've never seen him before," he says, making me give out an inaudible whine. Paige is going to think I am a liar and she will never talk to me again.

"Paige, it's fine...I haven't seen him before either, I think he's new here," I whisper in her ear, as I lie in quite a perfect manner, hoping she would understand and back off so I can take her somewhere else.

God is going to hate me for all the lies I have been telling lately.

"Oh, what do we do now?" She says, her voice low, a frown forming on her face as she looks at me for a solution.

Ugh, I hate what I am about to do next.

"Yo, you're probably new here, just call your manager and tell him, Zayn's here," I speak up confidently, as I puff out my chest and stand in front of the tall muscular guard.

"Kid," he steps forward and puts his index finger on my chest as he speaks up. "Go away," he says, pointing towards the other direction and I feel Paige's hand grab my arm, making me flinch again at the touch, but I quickly clear my throat and stand my ground.

"Call your manager." I speak in a calm, yet threatening manner. I am trying my best to appear as confident as I can, however, I am shaking from inside.

Paige leans closer to me as she whispers me to let go, but I don't want to embarrass myself in front of her.

Before the guard can say anything, a boy in his early twenties, probably, walks out of the club and stares at me before a smile finds its way on his lips.

"Zayn, my boy! Why are you standing outside, come on in!" He announces, stretching his arms wide, trying to hug me from the side. I stare at the unknown man in confusion before he scoots down a little, to whisper in my ear. "I'm Brexton, Malory sent me."

And with that sentence, a huge sigh escapes my mouth and a grin takes its place there.

I am beginning to wonder what would I do without Malory.

~*~

"Zayn, you never showed me your tattoo," Paige says, as we sit on the stools near the bar. We have not ordered anything yet, Paige and I are just admiring the club and our first experience here. A bunch of people are on the dance floor, as they jump up and down, grinding their bodies together, some having the best time of their lives while some having a drunk dance on the floor.

I hope Paige would not ask me to dance, because honestly, I cannot dance for shit.

She thinks it's only her first time here, but she does not know that she is not alone. My brother and I had always imagined how clubs would be like as we made up things from our own perspectives and imaginations. The club is pretty much the same as my brother's imagination, but the only thing is, that today, I am here and he is not. I gulp a lump in my throat due to my thoughts which I try to shake away and focus on Paige.

"Here," I take off my leather jacket and show my tattoo to Paige which I got a few days ago.

"Wow, a ying-yang," she says, admiring it, her fingers trailing over my wrist to trace the tattoo, making my breathing get heavier due to her delicate touch.

A smile comes upon her face as she looks up at me, "What meaning does it have for you?"

"That there's some good in bad, and a little bad in good," I say, a light smile playing on my lips, as I look down at the tattoo and Malory's face in her bugs bunny pyjamas comes in my mind, making me remember the time when she held my hand throughout the whole tattoo process.

A chuckle comes from Paige and I look up at her. "Your interpretation of it, somehow, reminds me of Malory," she says and my eyes lit up at her sentence.

That is exactly what my tattoo means.

A smile comes on my face and I decide to tell Paige, that, this is exactly what my tattoo means, but, before I can do that, I think against the idea and decide to keep it to myself. So I just chuckle in response, with a strange feeling churning in my gut.

~*~

Malory's POV:

"Are you okay, Louis?" I look at him in worry, as I speak to him. His eyes become wider than before, seeming like they would pop out at any moment.

"Why do you keep calling me that?!" Louis protests and I scoot away from him a little, with my eyebrows knitted together, my mouth agape in surprise.

"You were about to get hit by a car, I just saved your life and you're worried about your name!" I exclaim, still looking at him in genuine disbelief when Harry comes rushing to us and bends down to our level on the ground.

"What happened, why are you guys on the floor?!" Worry is evident in Harry's voice as he speaks, confusion taking over his face.

"Your sister just saved my life and called me Louis!" Louis yells from the front, making my head snap in his direction. He complains like I committed a big crime, as he looks at Harry, with his eyes and mouth still wide open.

A frown is constant on my face and confused thoughts cloud my mind as I look at the light-brown-haired-boy. Either he is pretty badly hit on his head right now, or there is something wrong with him.

"Was I supposed to let you die?" I ask him in disbelief, as I stand up from the ground, Harry and Louis following my movement.

"I always thought you'd wish for moments like these when I get hit by a car or something..." Louis speaks, trailing off, but continuing soon again, "But I'm shocked and still processing the fact that you saved my life and called me Louis," he shakes his head to himself, blinking his eyes many times as he looks up to stare at me. He looks like he is having a hard time acknowledging the fact that I just saved his life.

For the first time, I do not feel the urge to hit him or argue with him. So I sigh as I speak, "Even if I hate you, I would never wish for you to die," I say as I pause for a second. "Louis, take care," I calmly tell him, placing my hand on his shoulder, as I gently squeeze it a little, not knowing what I am exactly doing but I give him a light smile and remove my hand from his shoulder after that.

Louis' mouth hangs open, his body stiff as he stares at me quietly. My eyes travel to my brother, who has the same expressions as Louis.

"Harry..." Louis calls out for my brother, his eyes never moving from my face as he stares in shock. "Why is your sister being nice to me?" He asks, gulping a lump in his throat, his mouth still hanging open.

"I think there's something wrong with her, these days," Harry's eyes stay fixed on me, as he matches Louis' expressions and replies to him.

~*~

"Mom, I'm going to the mart, do you need something?" I shout from the hallway, as I pick up the car keys from the side table in our hallway.

My mother comes out quickly from her bedroom, seeming as if she ran over here to stop me from doing something.

"Don't go alone, take Harry with you," she says firmly, trying to bring up a light smile on her face, but my eyes squint at her words. Before I can respond, Harry runs over to us from the kitchen, as he grabs his sneakers from the shoe rack. I watch him in surprise.

My brother never wants to go to that mart, because his ex-girlfriend works there, who becomes quite clingy when she sees me or Harry there. Every time, I go there, she grabs my hand and threatens me in her quite rude tone, "Tell your twin to talk to me or I'll make sure to inject you with a fatal disease when you're sleeping." And just like every time, I end up snorting at her, shake my head and walk away, laughing.

It never ceases to surprise me, that she doesn't realize that her threat never works on me, and continues to threaten me whenever I go there. The only reason I go there is that it's the only mart which sells my special mac and cheese pasta and soft lady things.

I might even go and teach her one or two new threats, so they work on me next time for once.

"Where are you going?" I ask my brother in confusion.

"You're not going alone, I'm coming with you," Harry says, finally wearing his sneakers.

"What is up with you, not letting me go anywhere alone?" I ask him as I fold my hands on my chest and look at him for a reply.

"You're my sister! I want to spend some time with you," He says, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the house, our mother looking at us with worry which makes me more confused. What is going on?

"We live under the same roof, go to the same school, our rooms are next to each others', we eat together, go to boxing together, watch movies and series together, what more 'spend some time with you' do you want?" I question, narrowing my eyes, as Harry drags me to the car and opens the passenger side door for me, motioning me to sit inside. He rolls his eyes at me.

"What has the world come to, a brother has to give explanations to spend time with his twin!" he exclaims dramatically, as he gets in the driver's seat and drives off to the mart.

As soon as we enter the mart, Harry grabs a large bag of chips in lightning speed and places it in front of his face, trying to hide from Colleen, his ex-girlfriend, who is standing behind the counter, rolling her eyes at the customer she is serving.

Harry runs as fast as possible, hiding behind one of the aisles, the bag of chips still hiding his face as he gestures me to come forward before he points towards the left and mouths, "Did Colleen see me?" I shake my head in response, a chuckle coming out of my mouth when an idea hits me.

Harry's eyes widen when he notices the smirk on my face and he stiffens. He starts shaking his head vigorously and aggressively whisper shouting, "No, no, no, no!" because he knows exactly what I am about to do next.

"Hey, Colleen!" I yell from the front and her eyes land on me, an inaudible groan coming out of her mouth. "Harry's here to meet you!" I shout, pointing towards the aisle where Harry is hiding and watch her face lit up. Harry's eyes widen and he freezes on the spot.

The whole day passed very quickly. Harry did not talk to me the whole ride back home except once, when he yelled at me saying, "She ate my brain out, because of you!" and ignoring me the rest of the day. At dinner, he would just casually point towards the salt or the water bottle, indicating me to pass it over to him. After that, he continued glaring at me, so I finally went to his room and apologized to him, which he did not accept and continued to quietly glare at me. In the end, I did what we twins do to make it up to the other when we are angry about something.

We do each other's homework, iron the clothes that we have to wear the next day and do the chores that are assigned to us. Mostly, Harry hates ironing his shirts, so when I have to make it up to him, it becomes the best day of his life as I end up doing his work.

After doing all of Harry's work and taking a shower, I walk downstairs to eat something. It's two in the morning and I always get hungry at this time. My feet come to an abrupt pause when I hear my mother and Harry talk about something in the kitchen, their voices low.

What are they doing up at this hour?

My eyes squint in confusion when I hear my name from Harry's mouth. I hide behind the wall, trying to be as quiet as I can, to eavesdrop on their conversation. I never do that, because they never hide anything from me. But right now their conversation looks extremely suspicious.

"Mum, I'm trying my best to stay with her all the time," Harry speaks, and my eyebrows knit together. Is he talking about me?

"Harry, I'm really worried about what will happen if she goes anywhere alone from now on, you know how stubborn she can be," I hear my mother's concerned voice speak up.

"We have to take care of Malory, mum. I will stay with her all the time, please trust me." I stay behind the wall, listening to my brother and mother talk in fear, concern dripping from their voice, making me confused about the situation.

I knew something was up when Harry kept telling me not to go anywhere alone, but I had ignored my gut feeling and thought my brother was just being a little clingy, lately. But turned out, my gut feeling was right. Something is wrong.

"Do you think we should tell her, Harry?"

"I don't know, mum, I tried to. But she seems so happy lately, she seems like she is actually living now," I hear Harry speak, but, before I can go inside and confront them, my mother speaks, living me standing frozen to the spot, her words enough to speed up my heart rate.

"What will happen when she finds out that he is alive and out of jail?"

~*~

Q: Who do you think Harry and mum are talking about?

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