~ Chapter Three ~

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"Going out tonight, changes into something red. Her mother doesn't like that kind of dress."

We usually did this, sitting down in the back of the tour bus belting out our songs at the top of our lungs. Niall was always on the floor, with guitar in hand. Harry would be sprawled out across the couch, his legs across Louis lap as he couldn't control his smile and Liam would be on the floor with Niall, leaning his head against the cool black leather. Whereas I would be laying down, still half asleep; the boys occasionally hitting me softly with a pillow, dragging me from my sleepiness.

"Every time Zayn, everyone time." Liam laughed, patting my shoulder as him and the boys quietly finished singing Night Changes.

"I cant help it, I woke up at three today to record, went back to bed for ten minutes and had to get up again... Ten minutes lad! I'm tired." I chuckled, standing to my feet stretching my arms high above me head.

"I'm off to bed lads, you guys rock out. Night!"
"LOVE YOU ZAYN!" Laughs were heard throughout the bus as Niall shared his apparent love for me.
"Love you to Ni." I yelled climbing into the bunk, drifting off into a deep sleep with the sound of my four best friends singing at their best.

He didn't leave their room for about a week, but gave up; sighing he swung his legs over the side of his double bed, wiping away the dry tears that stuck to his cheeks.

His feet padded along the wooden boards covering his entire apartment. Running his hand through his mattered hair, he swallowed the foul tasting substance known as alcohol; looking through his fridge for a sign of something that could stop his aching and rumbling stomach.
But yet his fridge was bare, not a single product in sight.

Pulling his hoodie over his head, and placing his black Ray Bans over his eyes; as he carefully made his way into town to do grocery shopping. His hands found their way into his pockets, as the cool Bradford air burnt his skin ever so slightly; his eyes stinging along to.
People gave him odd looks as he didn't bother taking his hoodie nor his sunnies off when entering the shop, many were quiet scared but yet no one noticed him which was a bonus. He didn't want anyone to notice him for awhile.

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