Aided by an Angel
Chapter Eleven; Part Two
Miracle's POV:
"I don't know, and I don't
care." I raised my arms above my head and danced in a circle
around myself. I was letting loose and it felt great.
"You're so stiff, just try and have some fun,
Styles."
"You know, I think I'd feel better if I
just knew where my baby sister was. Rocco's not really a guy
I want her to be alone with." I saw the worry in his eyes
and my heart started to ache for him; she hasn't told her
family about California yet, has she? I walked up to his frame
and resterd my right hand on his shoulder.
"You're only two minutes older than her,
Styles." I spoke in the most serious tone, and that made him
laugh; I always knew how to make him laugh.
"Shut up." He lightly pushed me off of
him, but let his seriousness sink into his facial expressions
again. "But seriously, I don't trust Rocco with her. I
think I'm going to go look for her." Parker patted my
hand and then turned to leave my side. I stood alone in the
middle of his living room while I was crowded by people I barely
knew. I felt deserted for some reason; more alone than I've
felt in awhile. Instantly, my mind was flooded by Lilli and how
much I missed her.
"You are the most beautiful little sister in
the world, Miracle." I remember Lilli brushing my hair when
she was about ten or so. I let her do my hair and make-up all the
time and it would make Momma so mad. Niall thought it was funny
and always took pictures of us when she did it. The last time we
ever played like that, Niall photographed it and framed it for
me. I have that picture hanging on my wall to this very day.
"Will I be beautiful like you, Lilli?" I
stared back at her through the body mirror in Momma's
bathroom; all her beauty supplies spread out on the cold, tile
floor. The brush stopped working through my wavy, brown hair and
was tossed to the floor. Both her hands firmly gripped my narrow,
shoulders as she stared at me with those big, blue eyes through
the mirrior.
"Even more beautiful than me, Baby. I
promise." She kissed meand left a pink lipstick stain on my
pudgey cheek.
I felt salty tears whell up in my eyes, but the
ceased to exist when I felt someone pick me up and begin to carry
me. I started to scream, until I realized who it was.
***FAVE/COMMENT/FOLLOW/FEEDBACK***
Thanks for reading, Loves! Holy cow, who's carrying her and
where are they taking her? I am so so so sorry I haven't been
updating as much: school sucks, like a lot right now. But I
promise you all that I won't give up on this story! The plot
is about to twist and take off very soon, so be ready for a great
suprise! How have you all been, my
lovlies? :)xx