The Countryside (Zianourry) (Book 1)

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"What the fuck Z?! Your leaving! Again! We've been through this shit already, and I'm not fucking going through it again!" Louis shouted. "Lou it-" "And you had the nerve to talk to Haz, someone who isn't a part of the band about this before you even talked to us, and we had to fucking find out through Instagram!" Niall yelled next. "Well N-" "Do you know how much we worked in order to get us back together again?! We made so many compromises to management for you in order to make you happy, but no. You decided fuck that and leave us!" Liam then shouted. "Lima, I-"

I was sitting on the bed just watching them argue, my anger slowly rising by the second. When Zayn was started to get fully cursed out, I stood up, walked to the three boys, and slapped each one of them. They held their cheek and looked at me in surprise. "That is enough! I will not allow this to go on any longer!" I scolded and they stayed silent, still shocked that I actually struck them.

"Zaynie is leaving primarily because of his mental health! He didn't want to leave because it was a band that he had with you three. That's what made this decision really hard on him. However, he still needs to put his health before love for others. Because he needs to love himself and maintain his health. Your manager was very accepting when it came to only the four of you, because that's one of the many standards that you made clear to them."

"Yeah a-" "And once you've announced me being your girlfriend, they slowly started to get back to their old ways. They posted more stories about me being with you guys than they did with you guys being with each other. I can count on one hand the amount of times that I've seen a headline that read 'Zayn Malik showing lots of PDA to his boyfriend Niall Horan.' I can count on multiple hands the amount of times that I've seen a headline that read 'Zayn Malik cuddling with girlfriend Harry Styles'. Your manager is homophobic and they are slowly trying to show the world that you are bit more straight than you are bisexual."

"Th-" "Not fucking done! Z has been really depressed, and it's not because of you guys, but it's because of being in a band who's signed to a really bad management. Do you want to know the amount of times that I've caught Z still awake in the middle of the night? He also hasn't been eating as much as he used to. It doesn't matter how you feel on him leaving.

It's not like as if he's saying he's breaking up with us. If that was the fucking cases then I'd understand your reactions. It's not the case though. You are his boyfriend's. You are supposed to support him with whatever choice he makes and if this means that he's no longer going to be a part of the band, then that is his choice to make."

It was silent before I was in a group hug with them. Me. Not Zayn. Me. "What..." I was so lost. "You need to be hugging Zaynie. Not me," I tell them and try to get out of their hold. "I'm not leaving baby," Zayn said. "What? But you-" "I wanted to see how you would react to this." "So...this was a mean test?" I asked and they chuckled. "We just wanted to see if you would still support my choice."

"Of course I would! I would be a cruel girlfriend if I didn't. I'd support you if you didn't want to do this music thing anymore." "Actually...you would?" "Yeah, why?" "No reason. Just wanted to know if you would still be here even if we weren't in the music business anymore." "Guys...you're dating a girl who raises animals for a living. Dating a YouTuber even. I'm surprised that you haven't left me for some hot chick who's some model or something," I tell them truthfully. "Oh babe..." Louis cooed and hugged me tighter.

"I mean your beards were models for the most part. How am I supposed to compete with that?" I asked when they pulled away from the group hug. "Easy. By being you. You are perfect Hazza and I know that you have insecurities that make no absolute sense, but when you see this, and you say that you look away, do you know what I or the rest of us see?" Liam asked, showing me a photo of me.