Apocalypse [h.s.]

Chapter thirteen

"Zayn, calm down" I heard Harry's calming, yet slightly annoyed voice from Zayn's room.

I stepped inside and was met by a horrible sight. His nightstand lamp was broken and thrown out on the floor, his duvets were ripped open, and clothes lay all over the floor. Zayn had massacred his room.

In the corner of his room, there was Zayn. He was sitting dully against the wall, his feet flat out on the floor. In his hands there was a bottle of whiskey, and tears were pouring out of his eyes. He looked absolutely shattered.

"And why would I calm down, huh? There's no reason for me to be calm right now! They have taken everything from me" he cried, pausing here and there, hitching his breath.

"Everything?" Liam asked curiously with concern in his voice, wanting to comfort him.

"They took Perrie, they took Louis, and now they have taken Niall! You tell me what I have left!" Zayn sobbed, before he took another sip of his disgusting alcohol.

I didn't know who Perrie or Louis was, but I figured this wasn't the right time to play 20 questions. He looked devastated enough.

Harry sat down on the bed and picked up the ripped pillow, gazing it with concern. Then he quickly stood up and grabbed the bottle of whiskey out of Zayn's hand.

"What the-"

"Listen, I know you think the answer to all your prayers lies in the bottom of this bottle, but guess what, they don't! It took me some time to figure that out because I didn't have anyone beside me. But you have, and I think you should listen to someone sober right now. Trust me on this one."

I was shocked by Harry's words. There were anger and sadness in his eyes. It really sounded and looked like he knew what he was talking about. I guess there were more sides of him than I thought.

Zayn looked down, crying quietly, sniffing and hitching his breath. "Sometimes life's just too hard. It's too much for me to handle, and I just don't know what-"

Tears stopped his sentence. His hands covered his face as he sobbed. I sighed, feeling so sorry for him, and went over to him to give him a hug. He embraced me back as I stroked him lightly on his back.

Liam had started to clean up the mess in the livingroom. I heard him whistling from the kitchen, and throwing different things in the trash. Liam had always loved to clean up after people or himself. I guess you could say he had some sort of weird cleaning-fetish.

Harry sat still at the bed with the bottle of whiskey, staring at it. For a moment, I was concerned that he was going to drink from it. By the looks of his eyes, I couldn't tell.

He didn't. He walked to the window and opened it. Then he looked down at me and Zayn.

"Zayn, come here for a sec" he said.

I pulled away from our hug, and Zayn dragged his body up from the floor and stood next to Harry.

"You're gonna throw me out the window or something? Because, I mean, I wouldn't mind" he said in a drunk tone.

Harry chuckled. "Well, as much as I would love to do that, no."

He handed him the whiskey bottle. Zayn grabbed it with confused eyes.

"You're offering me a drink?"

Harry shook his head and lay his hand on Zayn's back. "I want you to let out all your anger and pain. Scream so every citizen in Greendale can hear you."

Zayn stared at Harry.

"Man, you have got to be on something."

I couldn't help but chuckle. Drunk Zayn was really something.