Falling Apart (Ziall Horlik)AU

Chapter 4

Zayn's POV

My plane landed in Australia only minutes ago, but the people wouldn't let me off because there was a security issue that some fans were trying to jump the fences. I felt my hands start to shake at the fact I had to do this alone. I didn't have any of the boys here with me, mostly I didn't have Niall.

"Alright, you're safe to go. Enjoy your time in Australia." The pilot told me with a smile. I just nodded and got my backpack on my back and made it out where I saw Harry Louis and Liam waiting. I know that they got here twenty minutes before me, but Liam was on his own flight.

I walked over to them and each of them gave me a hug, but I couldn't help but cringe at the smell Harry and Louis gave off. They both looked so happy that I wanted to cry for them. I did feel a bit jealous they got to spend so much time together. They were in LA together and they flew here together. I spent the whole break having petty fights with Perrie and seven hours flying here just crying because I needed to.

"Best fourteen hour flight yet." Louis mumbled into my ear. I laughed and pat his back, feeling a bit weird with it just being the four of us. I needed Niall here to make us complete I guess. I know that's not how it is when I'm missing, but when the other boys are then it's weird.

We were all escorted to a single car that would take us to our hotel and hopefully to see Niall. I had tried to call him multiple times during our week off, but got no answer. I wasn't sure if he was just drunk the whole week or if he was still angry with me for trying to kiss him. I'm honestly not sure, but I plan on finding out when I see him.

Our car pulled up to the back of the hotel, where there were no fans, and we all got out. As soon as we climbed out the door opened for us, and we ran inside.

Sometimes I lay awake at night and wonder if I can ever have a normal life. I wonder if I will ever be able the walk in through the front door of a building and not run in through the back. I also wonder if this fame is really getting to my head and making me think I want things that I never would if I had the life of a normal twenty-two year old. I think of allot of things, but it only confuses me on if I should see if it's possible or if I should try to enjoy what's left of being in One Direction.

We were all escorted up to our floor to the hotel, which was the top floor, and I went to my room. When I walked in I was suprised to see Niall laying on the bed with a beer while watching the football game.

He looked up at me with a shocked and confused look, then set his beer down. I guess the kid hasn't stopped drinking since he landed here.

"What are you doin' here?" He slurred out in the thickest Irish accent I've heard from him. I rolled my eyes and went to take the alcoholic beverage from him. He whined and stood up, but nearly falling into the nightstand if it weren't for me catching him.

"Why are you in my room?" I asked him, feeling a small hope bubble in my stomach that he was here waiting for me.

"Your room? I've been 'ere for a week." He told me as I helped him back to sit on the bed. I huffed out and knew they messed up rooms so that means I'll be rooming with this drunk for the next three days. I don't mind, it's Niall, but I don't want anything to happen like last time.

"Well now we're both in here, so stop drinking so much. It smells like a bar in here and we kind of need you sober for rehearsal tonight." I told him, feeling myself start to panic about having to go to rehearsal. Anytime we have rehearsal it's always, "Zayn, don't scream in to the mic", "Zayn, you sound flat", or "Zayn, you can sing better than that". I hate it more than anything.

I felt a hand on my back and looked at Niall who was sitting up straighter and looking at me concerned even in his state.

"You got really pale, don't worry about rehearsal. I'm here for you." He told me, then pulled me to lay on the bed next to him. His smaller body cuddled up to mine and I felt one of his freezing cold hands slip under my shirt. I knew Niall was extremely drunk because his hands get really cold. I also knew Niall turns into a big cuddle bug when he's drunk. I feel like I know Niall better than I do myself.