My Brother is Who??? (A one direction fanfic)

Chapter4

We were on our way to the private jet that Niall flew here on I gave my dad one last hug I was going to miss him even though he wasn't my real dad I always called him dad I always have since him and my step-mum adopted me I was not from ireland but I had an irish accent now "Dylan, are you ready" Niall asked me with a smile showing off his perfectly straight teeth he had braces a while ago he looked better with them off well he always looked good wait what was I thinking he's my best friend "yes Nialler let's go" I said giving him a big smile "Bye daddy I'm going to miss you" I turned around and gave him another hug "bye Princess remember I love you" he always knows how to cheer me up "I love you too" and with that I took my backpack from my dad and followed Niall out onto the jet I walked inside I froze I was expecting nothing but chairs but not here it was plasmas, couch's, rooms a mini kitchen a table everything it was a little house that flies and I put my bag onto one of the chairs and I heard screaming and I looked as the four boys tackled Niall to the floor "hey lads what you's doing here" he said surprised "we surprised you haha SURPRISE" Louis said "Niall you missed my birthday" Harry said frowning "sorry Haz" Niall said, I was telling myself don't fan girl its not cute don't fan girl act normal "you must be Dylan" Zayn said standing up and giving me a smile "yes I'm Dylan and your Zayn Malik" I said "Oh boys I think she's a fan" he said, yes no shit Zayn I am a fan well done want a gold sticker "hello beautiful" Harry said striding over to me I blushed at his comment "hello Harry" "right let's sit down and get to know her before you thingy her Haz" louis said punching harry's arm playfully the five of them sat at the table and their was a seat next to Niall and a seat next to Louis but I wasn't comfortable with any of them yet so I just sat next to Niall "so D what do you do" Liam asked, D did he just call me D....well that nickname isn't going to catch on anyway "um I'm going to go to an arts school, do some Drama, art and dancing" I said "wow is their anything you can't do" Liam said jokingly "yes lots of things like I can't sing or that" "Dyl, don't even lie you can sing you just don't want to admit it" Niall said I punched his arm "ouch what was that for" he said "well I can't sing but you say I can" I said "well you ca" before he could finish Harry interrupted him "you draw" "um......sure" I said uneasy "show us some of your drawings" Zayn said I groaned and picked up my backpack and pulled out me sketch pad before zipping my bag up and putting it back onto the floor, Niall had opened it to the page of them and the one direction name behind them "wow" I heard them all say "did you draw this" Louis asked almost surprised "uh yes" I said "told ya she was good didn't I" Niall said my phone started buzzing and it was an unknown number "um hello" "hello is this Dylan" "yes" "don't worry darling I won't tell your father that your with five boys" "who is this" "Dylan, don't you know me I'm your mum" "I don't have a mum she's dead" the boys looked at me with curious faces "no your real mother" "I don't have a real mother" I hung up tears rimmed my eyes I stood up and went to the toilet and locked the door "Dylan are you okay" Niall's voice shaky coming from behind the door "yes why wouldn't I be" I said trying not to stutter "because you got up after whoever was on the phone and you were crying" he said "MY FUCKING MOTHER CALLED ME OR SOMEONE PRETENDING TO BE HER" I screamed "Niall I'm so sorry for screaming at you" "no dylan I'm sorry for the dick I've been" he said I opened the door "Niall you haven't been a dick your the kindest sweetest best friend in the world and I never ever want to lose you" I said he looked at me and gave me one of those smiles that make your heart jump "let's get back too the boys" he said motioning towards where all four boys were staring at us we walked back over "she won't hurt you she won't hurt you" I kept telling myself as we sat down at the table again the five of them flipping through my sketch pad they finally came to a stop where it was a drawing of Niall and Me when we were younger, we were eating doughnuts while sitting on the swings at the park "wow Dylan that one is amazing" Niall said "who do you take this after your mum or dad" harry asked I looked down at my hands and started playing with my thumbs "I'm I don't know who my mum or dad is I was put in a foster him when I was a couple months old and I was adopted at age two" I said not taking my eyes off of my thumbs "I.....um........I'm sorry to hear that d-dylan" Harry stuttered out "harry its not your fault" I said giving him reassuring smile