Black is For Nightmares [completed]

1.3

Dedicated to HorizonsMeet

Sarahs POV
Zayn's face was in shock. I just told him about Josh. And he looked like he wanted to punch the wall. I would want to too. It's always hard to talk about Josh mostly because he is a butt face yes I said butt face I don't normally swear unless I feel as though it's needed. Which is not very often.
"And so he was with that...um barbie plastic thing that's supposed to be a girl at the amusement park?"
"Yep. He gave me hug and I resisted the urge to stab him. Luckily I didn't bring any of my pocket knife collection along or I probably would have," I shrugged while jamming my hands in my pockets. I was still wearing those pesky shorts which are surprisingly comfortable. I wouldn't wear them all the time but maybe once in a while, I would.
"I'm not surprised that you have a pocket knife collection," Zayn laughed as I joined with him. My phone started to blare American Idiot and I could feel my face get even paler.
"Is that-" I nodded not wanting Zayn to say her name.
"Ah, hello?" I asked shakily.
"Lydia is gone," and then the phone got hung up. What does he mean she's gone?! Dead?! Escaped?! Zayn noticed my shock and ran towards me and wrapped his arms around me.
"He said-he said she was gone and then he hung up," I cried. I don't think I ever in my life cried this much, especially in front of someone. Does this mean that I will never see that girls wide set grin and just her? Her concerning voice and her crazy fangirling. Everything. Our mall trips which I dreaded for is something that I really need. I guess the saying is true. You don't realize how much you care about something until it's gone. Lydia is gone. She is probably dead. I guess I would just have to move on and push her aside as a distant memory. That may sound absolutely horrible but that's what I do. That's what Lydia would what me to do.
One thing that I want more than ever is to be alone. It seems like Zayn has never left my side which he needs to. He can't be off work forever. He needs to be there for his fans let them know that he is still alive. Even though I have only known him a little less than a week it feels longer. Months even. Like I could tell him almost anything. The rest of the boys were dispersed. Going off to their own homes to pursue their slumber while Zayn stuck around to be there for me. Which he should have left by now. I can handle myself.
"Zayn. You should really go I'm fine I swear but it's getting late," he nodded his head and engulfed me into a warm hug before kissing my forehead and walked out the door. I was alone. But that's what I wanted right? I sighed and walked towards the kitchen. A place that has never let me down and I'm sure millions can agree. I pulled out a sprite can and opened it. I pondered a thought that has been on my mind for a while. What would I be doing if Lydia was here? I could see myself curled up on the couch with her laughing over the series Parks and Recreation which she forced me into loving. I would be talking about how I am starting to kinda maybe like Zayn and she would be pushing me to tell him and saying that he probably likes me too. I could see us laughing on how much I'm like April and she's like Leslie. We would probably be having a sleepover and talking about an ongoing topic on us moving out on our own somewhere beautiful like London how we would have a huge house and we would be happy. But we are not happy. For all, I know Lydia is looking down at me right now. For all, I know she could be dead. And I think the thought of her not breathing, suffering on this very planet I breathe and go untouched terrifies me.
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Hey beautiful waffles, I'm sorry this is so short but I'm not really in the best mood right now
:(
but hey the rumor that 1D left modest fingers crossed right??
~Lydiaxx