Soundtrack Series

Midnight Memories - Story Of My Life

Zayn: After the last few days you had experienced, it was so nice to be home, well Gwen’s home. It had practically turned into yours as well. Half of the things in the refrigerator only you ate, and you had laid claim to half of the sink in the bathroom. Gwen assured you she didn’t mind and that you could stay as long as you wanted. You had lived with her once before, not in this apartment though. The two of you were roommates at college, and she knew everything about your living habits. It was nice to live in familiarity. She hadn’t asked a single question about your trip, and you were certain she knew you had lied to her about your reasoning for getting on a plane and leaving all of a sudden. Your family didn’t even like Los Angeles, and she knew them well enough to know that. She hadn’t questioned you though, and you were thankful. It was a mistake anyways. He had seen you and it had ruined everything. You never should have gone. A break up is a break up. It means you aren’t around one another and you certainly aren’t flying across the ocean and an entire country to see one another. Not that he would do that for you. You sit in your room, the door closed, while Gwen worked on some things in the living room. Your eyes are drifting as you rest on the bed. The jetlag was still not out of you yet. You could use a nap, it wouldn’t mess up your sleeping pattern too bad. You settle down in the bed as the idea of a nap becomes an even better idea the farther down into the covers you get. A loud buzzing on your wooden night stand interrupts you. You bring your arm out from under the covers and shine the screen in your direction. You immediately come back out from the covers to sit up in bed. A name like his does that. You stare at the screen as it continues to ring. Do you answer it? Why would he even be calling? Of course, you know why he is calling. You slide our finger across the screen and hold the phone up to your ear. “Hello?” You answer, as if you aren’t sure who is on the other end. “Hey,” he responds simply. Okay, maybe he had forgotten about Los Angeles. You were prepared for him to come firing questions right out of the gate. “Can I ask you a question?” Maybe it won’t be about Los Angeles. Maybe he wants to know about which pajama pants you’ve been favoring lately. Your thinking brings silence and he takes it as the go ahead to continue. “Why were you in LA?” Of course he wasn’t going to be asking about your sleeping attire, you knew that well enough. You could hope though, couldn’t you? You aren’t sure of the answer to give him. You could lie. But how could you possibly come up with a lie that seemed legitimate? “Yeah, about that, I was with my family and we were staying in the hotel that was hosting your party. I didn’t even know it was you all until I walked in.” Something like that would not go over very well with him and you know it. You might as well be honest with him. Tell him the reasoning for making the split second decision to take him up on the invitation he had extended to you months ago when you were still together and more importantly, still happy. The truth always goes over well. Go ahead and tell him. “I just wanted to see you.”  

Harry: You check the time as your phone continues to buzz in your hand. The late hour only means one thing these days, he’s drunk. There was once a time when you would answer calls like these. Not now. You're past wanting to put up with his pointless rambling. He hadn’t been taking the hint though. This was the third time this week you had ignored his drunk call. You can’t deal with it anymore. The change is heartbreaking. He seems to be doing alright. He isn’t bothered by the fact that he only calls you when he’s had too much to drink, or that he hasn’t been staying with you while he’s been in town. His show was less than fifteen minutes from your apartment, yet he hadn’t even mentioned staying with you. All you got were a bunch of slurred phone calls and voicemails after the fact. It hurt you, of course it did. He was your best friend, the one person you told absolutely everything to, but now it feels different. He had let his ex back into his life, even though the last time you had actually talked to him he couldn’t be bothered with her, he had still let her back. He had yet again gone against everything your friendship stood for, simply because you said you couldn’t be in a relationship with him. What was so wrong with that? You never caught on to why he had reacted so hastily as soon as you gave your final answer. The phone buzzes again, it was one of his persistent nights. You aren’t going to give in though. You can’t talk to him like this, it hurts too much. Knowing he only thinks about you after he’s had a few too many, that just hurts too much. You would like to put genuine thought into how either of you had let your friendship fall this far, but that isn’t something you need to be thinking about. You're too emotional. You’ve never shed a tear over Harry, until all of this drama came along with this girl. You are certain he’s never cried over you. You had never given him a reason to. Once your phone buzzes for a third time, you wait for it to stop and switch it off; you’re done for the night. Sitting in silence is a bad place for you. You never know what your mind is going to get into, but you’re certain it is going to have something to do with Harry. It always does. Why does it always have to be Harry? You need someone else. A thought like this had never crossed your mind. That’s what you get for sitting in silence. It’s the truth though. Now that Harry obviously doesn’t want to be around, you need someone else. You’ve lived most of your life as a recluse, not minding to always stick to yourself except for the times that Harry came into town. And even then, when he went out you would stay in. How is letting someone else into your drama going to help? You are only opening yourself up for more heartache. If the one person you thought was never going to break your heart, shatters it without worry, there is absolutely no hope for anyone else. Stupid thought.