Lilah POV:

The guys are letting me stay at there house for awhile. The doctor dicho I shouldn't be alone.
"This is your room.." link

Harry walked in and put down one of my bags.
"Thank you," I dicho putting down some of the bags.
"If tu need anything, tu know where to find me." He walked out the door. For days Zayn has been ignoring me, and every time we are in the same room he doesn't even look at me.

As I walked down stairs I heard a door shut. Niall was in the cocina making tea, "He's pissed." I heard someone say. As I walked closer and hide behind a muro I heard, "Why is he?" The voice I didn't really recognize said.
"Well, he liked Lilah alot, and when he found out she was sick, it just killed him..." I stepped into the door way and Niall looked over at me. A girl was sitting on a stool. No clue who she was.
"I'm not sick!" I backed away a little, "...And he doesn't think that it killed me to lie to all of you?!" I yelled.
"Lilah..." Niall started.
"It did Niall! It killed me! But do tu see the way everybody looks at me?" I felt a tear slip down my face. Niall came closer to me but I back further away. I glanced over to the girl and then back at him, "Don't tell them about this." I ran upstairs and shut my cama room door.

Zayn POV:

I was in the kitchen, when I heard someone come down the stairs. I new those long boney legs. Lilah's. I ran out the cocina into the closes room, Liam. "Hello?" I called out. I walked closer to the cama and saw Liam on the ground doing push-ups and listening to the Wanted. He flipped over on his back, "Hey!" He started doing pull-ups. I sat down on his cama and gazed out the window. A blue Honda passed, then a yellow mustang.
"I don't know what to do," I dicho looking at Liam's 'One Direction' poster on the wall.
"About Lilah?" He took a sip of his Smartwater water bottle. I nodded.
"I know it's not what tu wanna hear.... but, tu need to forgive her." He sat down on the bed.
"But..." I tried
"No. tu have to understand, Zayn. She has been through alot."
"How do tu know?"
"Niall,"
"How does he know?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"Well..." Someone started screaming. It was Lilah. I ran up stairs and into her bedroom. She was in the corner crying and her window was busted. I froze.
It was seven years ago, me and my brother where sitting in the living room. I went into the cocina to get some soda's when the alarm went off. I ran back to the living room, spilling the sodas. The front door was swung off, the lock was broken, and my brother wasn't there anymore. We looked for years, but never found him.