Throw It All Away [Zayn Malik]

Chapter 3: Needing

Hello everyone! I know it's been almost a week since the last update, I haven't been writing as much as I should... but it's here now! 

So... One important thing I want to say, is that I'm starting a new story very soon, it may even be posted later today. It's entitled Human, and is going to be a Harry Styles fanfiction. It's based off a lot of the awful things that've been circling around him lately, so I really want you guys to read it. I think it'll be my most important book yet. 

Anyways, inspiration struck at about midnight yesterday, and I spent the next three or four hours detailing everything out, every chapter... So since I have to plan before I can write, hopefully, I can begin now and start posting it. 

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I hope you're all having a lovely 2013, even though we're only two days in. :) Thank you all for your lovely comments on the last chapter, I love to read and reply to them! I hope you continue to do the same and enjoy this chapter! I know it's a bit dull so far, but it's all build up! 

Thank you again! Love you Kayanators! :)

Zayn

            “It’s the American tour Zayn, one of the biggest of our careers!” 

            “I don’t care,” I grumble, only clutching the pillow tighter to my chest. “I’m not leaving until I know where Dana is.” 

            Liam looks thoroughly irritated now, and that’s rare. The only way to really piss Liam off is when it involves family or our career, the band, especially when someone jeopardizes it.

            Though I can’t really say I blame him. I’m being stubborn right now and I know it, but I can’t just leave Dana behind. No matter how much she hates me, I have to at least know that she’s alright.  

            Ben needs to know too. 

            I look over at the younger boy, seeing that he’s blankly staring at the television, seeing it but not really seeing it. He looks much different, now that he’s gotten the opportunity to clean up. He doesn’t look like he was born from the streets anymore, covered in filth and grime, but he still looks out of place.

            “Zayn,” Liam clenches his jaw. “You can’t keep doing this. Not to yourself, not to the band. Dana is-“ He cuts himself off suddenly, and his eyes flicker over to Ben.

            He doesn’t want to say it, not in front of him at least, but we all known what he was going to. 

            Gone. 

            He was going to say gone. But I refuse to believe that, Ben refuses to believe that. The others may have learned to know and love her as a friend, but Ben and I both know her as more. As family, as a love, something more that they won’t know. 

            “Can we at least look some more?” I mumble in a quiet voice, playing uneasily with the hem of my shirt. “Before the signing later and before the tour? Just… please, Liam.” 

            When I finally meet his eyes, they soften slightly and Liam seems to be fighting a war with himself. He knows how important this is, and he knows that neither of us will be the same if we just let it all go. Finally, Liam purses his lips and glances at Ben again, before nodding.