Dying In Style

Eighteen

~A Week Later~

What's happened this week, you may ask?

Zach's been avoiding me.
Ever since he asked to talk later, he hasn't talked to me, or even looked at me.

I don't know what I did wrong, but I can imagine who put him in the right mind to avoid me.

I've slowly gotten closer to the boys, since my best friend is gone, yet again.

Jack and I weirdly got comfortable kissing each other.
We now automatically do all the normal relationship things, like hold hands, cuddle and kiss, even when Jon isn't around.

Oh yeah, and Kay hasn't told Zach that she's not pregnant.

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We're currently in Florida, at the airport, Kay and I are getting ready to fly home to LA.

"We'll see you in a few months okay? You can call my brothers or even my sister if you need someone, okay?" Daniel says pulling me into a hug

"And if for whatever reason, none of them answer, you always got my brother and sister" Corbyn adds, pulling me into a hug next

"My siblings aren't in LA, but you can always call me, okay? Don't think you don't have anyone to go to" Jonah adds in, hugging me next

"Okay okay, I know I'm not alone" I laugh

"Y/n, my mum is in LA, same with all my sisters, okay? We got your back" Jack says pulling me into a hug. He hugs me tight and sways back and forth

"You know, I'm going to miss being your fake girlfriend" I giggle as we pull out of the hug but Jack leaves his arms around my waist.

Jack mumbles something under his breath but I don't quite hear it.

"Sorry?" I ask trying to get him to repeat himself

"Um, yeah, I'll miss being your fake boyfriend too" He says with an awkward smile and then softly kisses my lips.

Jack takes his arms away from me and I kiss his cheek.

I look over to Kay and Zach, standing about 50 feet away from us.

I hear over the intercom, our flight being called.

Zach gives Kay a kiss then heads out the exit of the airport, and I sigh. He isn't even going to say goodbye.

"It'll be okay Y/n, we'll talk to him, get him straightened out" Daniel says but I shake my head

"No, it's okay, I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually"

Kay finally walks over, giving me the cue to say goodbye and get on our flight home.

The boys stay and watch us walk away. I hand my ticket to the lady and she checks it then says we're good to board.

I look back over to the four goofballs, giving one last wave.

I blow a kiss to Jack, just to see him pretend to catch it before I head onto the plane.

Kay sat in the window seat, while I sit beside her in the middle. I try making small talk, like asking how she is or how she liked the tour, but I got nothing in return.

I give up trying when the plane takes off.

I put my headphones in, and start watching movies.

I really don't want to fall asleep, I don't exactly trust Kay, or the random guy beside me.

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The plane finally lands back in LA, and I grab my carry on and head to grab the rest of my luggage.

I watch Kay quickly grab her bag since it's one of the first ones out, and she immediately rushes to the exit. I don't mind, I need this time alone right now.

I can't get Zach out of my head. I don't understand why he's so mad at me, or what I did.. I just don't know how to talk to him anymore.

I grab my suitcase and head out to get an Uber back to my apartment.

Again, I haven't really spent a night alone in there. I wonder if I should move, maybe help me get rid of the toxic feeling of the place. But then again, if I did move, I'd probably just tante another place with my toxic behaviour of trying to destroy myself.

I pull my mind out of my thoughts when the Uber pulls up to my apartment. I thank the driver as I grab out my bags and I head inside.

I make it to my floor, and I open my door.

Wow, I left it in such a mess.

I start cleaning my apartment, throwing in my laundry from tour, sweeping the floor and doing my dishes.

As I'm drying all the wet dishes, a plate slips from my hand and lands straight onto the floor, smashing to pieces.

As if, almost like a movie, my mind replays me dropping the glass of water Corbyn handed to me that night.

I crouch down, sitting on the floor, not worried about where the glass is. I don't notice a tear fall from my eye until it hits my hand.

It's going to be a long 3 months.