Part Ten
And that is how I found myself chasing a different boy, down the same corridor, for the second time that day. "Niall! What the fuck are you going to do!" I screamed, running behind him. He slowed down and turned to face me, "I'm going to tell him that he can't just go around saying shit like that to you! He's known you for about 2 days! How the hell does he know if he loves you or not!" He shouted; his face only inches from mine. "Niall…" I breathed, "Please. Calm down." I whispered. He sighed, leaning against a door, "I'm sorry. He just makes me so angry! He always does this. Wants what he can't have!" He groaned. "I think you need to go talk to him…calmly!" I warned, before he started walking again. "I'll try." He grinned, pulling me in for a hug. "Oh and sorry about shouting." He added. I looked him up and down, he must really care about me, I thought. Niall seemed like the type of guy to never get angry, to never shout or swear. "Apology accepted." I said, "Now go and speak to Zayn before he does something stupid." I finished, pushing Niall in the direction of where he had originally been running to.
"Where are they?" I thought aloud, pacing the boy's room for the hundredth time. I sat back down on the bad and crossed my legs, only to stand up again and walk over to the window. Pushing it open I felt the strong breeze from outside blow in. I hung over the ledge, taking in the sights around me. It still amazed me how different a city could look from day to night. I heard a key in the door behind me so I pulled the window shut and began to walk back towards the bed. The door was flung open and Zayn walked in. He pushed past me, pulled out a suitcase from under his bed and began pilling clothes in. "umm...Zayn? What are you doing?" I asked; puzzled at why he was so desperate to leave.
But instead of answering my question, he walked straight up to me and stood only inches away. "I'm leaving." He whispered, his bottom lip quivering slightly. "Why?" I asked, still confused at the situation. "I'm leaving!" he repeated, this time louder, "I'm leaving the band! London! I'm just leaving my whole life behind!" He shouted. "What?" I spluttered, struggling to take in what he had just told me. I had only known the boy's for a few days, but already I could tell they had a huge fan base, and this would hit them like a ton of bricks. "No! You can't!" I cried; grabbing hold of the edge of his suitcase he was desperately trying to zip up. "I have you." He said, pulling on his coat. "It's for the best." "No Zayn! You don't! You don't have to leave!" I shouted, blocking the doorway. "Yes I do! Me and Niall, we're arguing all the time! Me and Liam aren't that close anymore and harry and Louis are in their own little world! There's no place for me anymore. Now, please Lily…move out of the way." I sighed, moving slightly to the right. "But…" I began again. "No, please don't." Zayn said. "I have to do this. Goodbye Lily." I couldn't speak, my throat was hoarse and my eyes were full of tears. What would I tell the boys? The fans? I would have to tell them it's my fault. I could have stopped him. I could have saved one direction.
But I didn't.