CHAPTER 9 – TRUTH
Georgia's P.O.V
Zayn hadn't let go of my hand the whole time since he had found me in the park. I was grateful – I still didn't quite believe he was here, rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand while unlocking his door. He pulled me inside, set my down on his couch and stared at me with those gorgeous eyes. I took a deep breath in, knowing that this might well be the most important day of my life.
"I know you're confused, Zayn, and I didn't want to hurt you. But… I felt like I had to, in order to protect me. It's selfish, I know, but I needed to. Now, I see that I'm going to have to meet my old ghosts eventually, so why not now?" I said shakily, looking directly into his eyes.
"But, -" he began, but I silenced him with two fingers on his lips.
"No, Zayn. I need to talk now." I said, and told him everything. I told him about my family in Australia, how mum met Bobby and had Niall, and how we had been step-siblings for the majority of our lives. I told him about the Skype calls and the moments we shared, and how he was the best brother I could ever have asked for. Then I told him about my mother, and how she had wanted to send me away because she couldn't deal with me anymore – I was ruining her perfect family. I told him that instead of going to my father's house I went to hers and set everything on fire with a lighter I stole and watched it burn down from a bush across the street. I told him how I had walked away and just got on a plane and left, flew straight to London with the money from my university fund and lived there for a whole year, never seeing them or talking to them again.
Then I explained what happened at that Starbucks, when everyone walked in and my life suddenly changed. How hurt I'd been when Niall didn't recognize me, how hard I tried to keep it a secret, and how eventually I just couldn't keep living like this without him finding out. So I had to leave, and managed to screw everything up in the process.
I was crying by the end of my story, looking at him, hoping that he wouldn't get up and leave and that I would never see him again. He just stared at me, his eyes wide and biting his lips. I began to apologize, telling him that I understood if he never wanted to see me again, but this time he silenced me with a kiss. Pulling back, shocked, I looked into his hazel eyes which were full of love.
"I'd never leave you, Georgia. You're staying here, we'll work everything out, I promise. Just stay here, with me." He said, and instead of answering, I kissed him again, working my way forward to sit on top of him and just kissed him long and hard. I never wanted to move from that position, never. But of course, we had to breathe. When he pulled away, I lay down on his chest and closed my eyes, breathing him in. We stayed like that all night; he fell asleep, and I listened to the sound of his breathing, until I too fell asleep.
I woke up first and sat there looking at his sleeping form, his untroubled face and slightly smiling mouth. He was perfect, in every sense of the word, and I could gaze at him forever. Eventually he woke up, slowly opening his eyes and giving me a sexy smile that made my heart melt.
"Good morning Georgia" he said sleepily. I crawled forward and gave him a good morning kiss, then got up and changed into some of his clothes, seeing as I had left mine in the hotel room in Doncaster. Coming down, I saw that he had made pancakes, and we ate them together, never taking our eyes off each other. When we done, I said,
"I have something I need to do today, Zayn. Can you drive me to the boys house?" I asked, still looking at his gorgeous face. He smiled softly and nodded.
"Just let me get dressed." He said, disappearing for 10 minutes and returning fully showered and dressed. We piled into his car and drove in silence to the boys house, where I jumped out of the car before he had even turned off the engine. Just as I was about to knock on the door, Zayn caught my hand and pulled me close.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, gazing down at me with concerned eyes.
"Positive," I replied, and turned to knock on the door. After a couple of minutes, a sleepy Harry answered the door.
"Hey Zayn… wait… what?" he asked, suddenly wide awake and very confused. I pushed past him, leaving Zayn to explain and entered the kitchen. The rest of the boys were there, but Louis was the only one facing the doorway.
"What the…" he said, eyes widening at the sight of me.
"Niall. I need to talk to you. Right now." I said, and walked out of the room towards his bedroom. After a moment of confused silence, I heard his chair scrape back and he walk towards his room. I closed the door after him and sat on the bed.
"Hey, Niall. You don't remember me, do you?" I asked, and once again told my story, this time leaving out no details.
Zayn's P.O.V
"They've been in there awhile, should I go check?" I asked, worried by Georgia and Niall's extended absence.
"Relax mate, they'll come out in time." Harry said. We were sitting around the kitchen table, waiting for them to come back out. I had explained to everyone what had happened, and now we were just waiting. Liam was checking his phone, and suddenly his face dropped.
"Uh, Zayn? You might wanna see this…" he said, shoving the phone at me. There was a picture of me and Georgia standing outside the boy's house, me holding her very close and her smiling up at me. A short article basically just wondered about the 'mystery girl's' identity. I groaned aloud, hating the paparazzi more than ever before.
"Well, this better go well or Georgia will have to move to Iceland!" Louis said, trying to break the tension. I just glanced at him and sighed, resting my head on the table.
"Here they come" Harry whispered, and I sat bolt upright in my chair, my eyes glued on the doorway. After what seemed like an eternity, Niall entered, holding hands with Georgia. I glanced between her and Niall hopefully, wanting to believe what I saw. She nodded almost imperceptibly, and I let out a long sigh of relief. Niall cleared his throat, and we all looked at him expectantly. He said,
"I'd like to introduce to you all, my step-sister Georgia,"
