She Looks So Perfect

Zayn’s POV

I could tell she was mad, but not how mad she was. It’s not my fault that she lost a bet. She should have never bet me. She thinks it’s hard for her, but she has no idea what I have to endure everyday.

There’s a big difference between a brother and a sister. Being the brother comes with a lot of responsibilities, especially when your sister is young and attractive. I have to protect her and make sure nobody touches her wrong. Justine just doesn’t understand that I don’t want guys to touch her and be all over her like she’s some doll you can touch. That’s what she isn’t going to be. Also as a brother, you have to make sure your sister isn’t seen as a slut. I try to do whatever I can to help her with her problems and make sure she doesn’t go around any bad guys. My life isn’t pretty easy.

I have to balance time with band and family. And on top of that, my wedding. Perrie isn’t really sure when we are going to have this wedding, and I’m not so sure either. It’s like I never have any time for Perrie. All my focus have been on the band and Justine, which you can’t blame me for wanting to protect my baby sister.

I sighed, as Justine walked from her room carrying her suitcases. She was wearing a black 5 Seconds of Summer shirt with cargo pants that showed her lace pink underwear. She smiled at me as she walked past, knowing good and well I saw her outfit.

“Justine, change you outfit,” I instructed.

She giggled. “You’re really funny.” She said, sitting down on the couch furthest away from me.

I got up and made my way over to her. The fear was in her eyes as soon as I got down to eye level with her. It was funny seeing her this way, vulnerable and scared. Her breathing speeding up.

“Go change, now,” I commanded.

“Alright,” she screeched. I went to sit back down where I was. She scurried back to her room.

“And don’t forget to remove the makeup!” I yelled after her, laughing. I loved how scared she got because I yelled at her. It made me feel like I was doing my job right.

Justine’s POV

He was not going to get the best of me this trip. I might be forced to go, but he can’t control me. He must have forgotten who I was. I know his every move before he moves them, but I can never prepare myself in time for him. He gets in my face a lot, but he only yells at me. If I can only understand him better, then it will make more sense. I really want to know why he is overprotective of me.

I walked out of my room and see the boys. They all smiled and waved. Then, I saw four boys I never had met before. They were pretty cute. All of them really, but there’s that one that stood out. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. What was so different about him than the others? All I know is that I felt in the deepest part of my heart that he was the one for me.

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