Chapter 11

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AN: I'm so sorry for my terrible editing skills. If someone wants to remake this for me they can.

"Hello we're One Direction. A few months ago, we lost a friend. Someone we would call a sister when we needed somebody the most. Someone we called an angel because of her humble and gentle personality. Many people lost a treasure and many people, including us were affected. Your all probably wondering what's been going on the past couple of days, maybe this month and well.....well its been a roller coaster. My best friend, that I consider a brother, Zayn will not be here with us for a while and we don't know when he'll be coming back. Since our contract says we must finish our years as a band until 2016, we will go on without Zayn. Some of us could not handle the loss of a friend. To Zayn Perrie was his life. His savior. Someone who kept him standing and you don't know what that feels like until it's all taken away from you. Do not judge Zayn. Do not judge us. You do not understand what he went through. You do not understand what we went through. So starting from today One Direction will go on without a great member."

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6 months later

Zayn's POV

"Luke fucking Hemmings!!! I told you to pick your fucking clothes off the fucking floor."

"Babe your being a total drama queen." Luke said dramatically then kissed my cheek.

I have the weirdest friend ever. "I don't know why I let you stay in my flat." I mumbled.

"Actually I was already in here remember."

"How could I not sweetie." I said sarcastically slapping both his cheeks playfully. "I feel like it was almost yesterday."

"It's been a long time since I've stayed in this flat." I said to myself, looking around the old living room. Everything was still in place from three years ago. The couch. The nice windows that eyed the city. Even my balcony chairs. It's almost as if......."Somebody's in my bloody house."

And as if on cue, a guy in a towel with wet blonde hair and a tooth brush in his mouth came out of my room. His eyes widened dropping his tooth brush on the floor.

"If you call the cops I will murder you." I growled.

"Your....Your Zayn Malik." His hands started to shake as he pointed at me. His face started to turn red and he then pointed to the table that was next to me.

"Are you okay?"

He stomped his foot and pointed towards the desk again. I turned to the desk and opened the draw. My eyes widened in realization when I saw an inhaler and I threw it to the blonde kid.

He catches it and places it against his mouth. He smiles breathing out heavily and looks my way.

"Hola and welcome to my layer."

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"Yea speaking of memories, pass me my inhaler." He said.

"Your never going to get over that are you."

"Hell no. I could've died."

"Well your here aren't you?"

"No I'm not." He joked. "Where's my camera? Zayn I need my camera. And that sd card better be in there. 32 megabytes remember."

"Yea yea. It's on the table."

Luke nodded walking over to the table picking up his camera. "Okay and we need the computer. Your my editor remember."

"Mhmm." I said in annoyance.

"Zayn if you'd remember the routine every morning, I wouldn't always have to be up your ass." Luke tsked. "Now let's go."

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