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_*Previously*

On the back of the ticket were a few words, it read: 'Niall. Sunday. Miranda's café. 12 noon.

Niall? Nessa thought that was an odd name. A sudden feeling stuck Nessa, today was only Friday, and she still had 2 more nights to last until she could meet her brother. What if Niall was exactly like their father and wanted to beat her for every question she asked or for every giggle that came out of her mouth? If that happened, Nessa decided she would kill herself, if she had no one to share her life with at all, then what was the point in living? But Nessa knew she could never go through with that terrifying thought, she was too much of a coward.

Nessa left the airport and found the coffee shop that her father had spoken of. She digged around in her duffle bag for her stuffed bear and a jacket. She layed the jacked over herself, curled up into a ball, and with her bear safe inside her arms, she let herself cry. Nessa didn't exactly know why she was crying. Maybe it was relief, or because she was scared, or maybe she even missed the warmth of her own bed, no matter how uncomfortable it was. Eventually the world faded to black and Nessa slept soundly through the honking cars and chatty people.

When Nessa awoke it was dark again. She stood up, stretched, stuffed her jacket and bear into her bag and walked into the café. She immediately went to the restroom then sat down at a table. Nessa was surprised when a waitress came up to her and asked her if she wanted anything.

"Do you have anything for free?" Nessa asked while turning beet red. The nice waitress didn't seem to mind as she brought back water for Nessa.

"Wait, "Nessa called out to the lady as she was leaving, "What's the date?"

"It's Sunday."

"Time?" Nessa was surprised the girl was being so nice. Nessa was not used to this kind of hospitality.

"Um, I believe it is 5:17 in the morning." Nessa nodded her thank you and the waitress left Nessa in peace. After much contemplation, Nessa decided it was better inside the café then it was outside. She figured if she kept ordering waters then drinking them slowly, she would get to stay as long as she liked. She only had about 7 hours to go.

Nessa was surprised that she didn't get kicked out until an hour before she was supposed to meet her brother. She thought that with her endless water orders and frequent naps in-between that she would've annoyed the workers a lot quicker. Instead of walking somewhere else, she sat against the brick wall in the front of the store. At least this way she could see if anyone came into the café. That was another problem Tessa hadn't really thought about. How was she supposed to recognize her so-called-brother? She couldn't really go up to every person who walked by and ask them if their name was Niall. Nessa put her head in her arms. Her life was a mess, but it wasn't a big surprise to Nessa.

"What are we doing here again?" Nessa could hear the conversation going on before her. She paid no attention to it; it wasn't anything she hadn't heard before.

"I don't really know either." Nessa found herself falling asleep again. She thought she filled her capacity for sleep, but apparently not.

"Then can we leave? Someone's going to recognize us!" Nessa thought these guys were lunatics and annoying. She was trying to sleep and they were keeping her up with their loud voices.

"No, we cannot leave. Guys, I explained this before, my dad sent me this note saying I have to pick up my sister here." Nessa immediately raised her head. She could see the boys now and the one speaking was the only blonde out of the 5 boys. That one was her brother.

"You have a sister? Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't know I had a sister either!" He threw up his hands in frustration and made eye contact with Nessa. To say it was awkward would be putting it lightly. She stood up and he looked away, ashamed for looking. Nessa's breathing came more rapidly and she could feel a pit in the center of her stomach. She swallowed hard and walked up to the group.

They all looked at her and she froze. She wanted to run so badly, to get out of there. She wanted to block everyone out like she always did. It was so much easier when you had been doing it all your life. Nessa opened her mouth but nothing came out. She swallowed hard and started again.

"Are you Niall?" she asked him. Nessa ran her hand through her blonde locks and crossed her arms.

He nodded, "Your Nessa?" up close, Nessa could distinctively hear his Irish accent now. Nessa flinched at the prominent accent. Her father had a very clear Irish accent also. They all looked at her weirdly, she composed herself enough to say a quiet, "Yes." She could hear her own very light and soft Irish accent and hated it; she wished it would go away. She had gotten it from being around her father all the time.

They exchanged glanced with each other, obviously recognizing the barley-there accent. The tallest one stepped forward and with a British accent said, "You look hungry, do you want to get something to eat?"

Nessa almost broke down in tears. No one had ever asked her anything with such kindness before. But she didn't know if she could eat anything while the pit in her stomach was still there.

"No thank you. I'm fine." There came the awkward silence again. The tall handsome one nodded and tried again.

"Ok, but you should at least come with us to get warmed up. Where else are you going to go?" he was right, Tessa didn't have anywhere else to go. And after she had spent the night in the cold and for the past hour had been standing there in the wind, she was freezing. She nodded.