I'll be back

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(Liam)

"Boys. This is where it's going to get more chaotic." Frank says. One of the workers at Modest! Management.

"Thanks for stating the obvious" Harry murmured rolling his eyes causing me to gently nudge him with me elbow. Everyone is broken since Zayn left. Well apart from Modest! but they're not bothered, as long as their getting paid.

"Now, now, Harry. No need for the sarcastic remarks." Gerald smirked and I swear I heard Harry growl.

"Okay, can we just go and take some rest. We've got enough shit on our mind." Louis said huffing and Frank looked at him sympathetically. I have to admit, he's actually a nice guy Frank. He's the only person I like out of the 50 or more staff that work here.

"Sure. Just remember. Try and stay strong, I know this is tough but the least we can do is try and stay strong and help the fans." He said and stood up before walking away leaving us sat there with Gerald. He was staring at us all. I could literally feel his eyes burning into my soul. I looked at him and he looked away really quickly, a smirk evident on his old, face.

"Gerald, how is your wife?" I asked smirking and he looked at me really quick. Everyone knew Gerald was gay but he hid his feelings and lied about having a wife.

"Sh-she's fine." He stuttered, his face turning red. "She's great. You can all go now." He said before leaping up and sprinting through the same door which Frank had left through several minutes ago. I turned to the boys and smirked before standing and walking out of a different door which led to the car park.

Once we arrived back to the tour bus, we all sat in the games room in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence. We were just thinking and it was nice, a total chance to the screaming fans and roaring crowds.

"Shall we Skype with Zayn?" Niall asked breaking the silence.

"Yeah. It'd be nice to see how his 'normal' life is coping." Louis said sarcastically before walking over to grab the laptop. He set it up in the coffee table in the middle and we all gathered on the couch. Well, three of us on the couch and Louis sat on the floor.

The sound of ringing filled the room before it stopped and was replaced by Zayn's face.

"Hi boys." He spoke, his eyes were red and it was obvious he'd been crying but none of us said anything if it.

"Hey." I said, slightly smiling. It's great to see his face. Without Zayn here, it feels like a piece of my heart has slowly and painfully crumbled off.

"How's the tour going?" He said and Louis snorted.

"Shit." He said and Harry put his hand on Louis' knee, patting it reassuringly,

"I'm so sorry boys. I don't know why I did it. I just couldn't take it anymore." He said, his eyes watering and looking down at his knee. I felt my eyes watering but I blinked them away. I couldn't cry, it'd make him feel even worse.

We spent at least an hour and a half just catching up with him. You wouldn't believe how much he'd missed and it's only been 3 days. It felt nice to speak to him and have a laugh like we used to do. It sent me back to the X Factor days, at the bottom of the stairs and I suddenly felt myself nearly crying again. I stood up and told the boys I was going to get some rest and while I was in the sleeping area, lay there staring into space.

Tomorrow. I m'going to sort all this out.
I'm ringing Paul.

So guys, I'm sorry, I know it's short but I wanted to write a fanfic that's recent and maybe to cheer you all up who are broken because of Zayn's exit.

I'm broken myself to maybe putting my feelings into a book might help.
I hope you enjoy and want to continue reading.

~chlo