Left Alone To Cry.

Chapter 11: He's missing

ZAYN'S POV

I'm sitting on an uncomfortable chair along with Louis, Liam, Harry and Marco, listening to some guys singing for the auditions. I can't really say I'm listening. I'm more killing them with my gaze than enjoying their voices.

All of those guys are willing Niall's place. They sicken me. Their lips are forming the words of their songs, the boys taking notes, and I am just staring at the contestants with those knives in my eyes.

The band is literally falling apart under our eyes. One Direction is all five, not Zayn, Harry, Liam, Louis and some random dude! Niall is a part of it and will always be. I can't let this happen.

I turn the pen in my hand over and over again, sometimes chewing on it to contain my anger.

I can see the other boys are as pissed as me. They're writing few words on their papers and they're not really paying attention. We don't care.

We're all just thinking about Niall. We never wanted all of this to happen. 

Another guy gets in the room to audition. I don't really pay attention until Marco asks him why we should take him.

"I think you should take me because I'm way better than Niall." Says the guy. "I'm more attractive and more talented."

My mouth drops to the floor of disgust. I bite my tongue hardly, to not say something, to keep it all inside. I can taste the blood in my mouth.

My muscles contract and I can feel the anger burn deep down my stomach. 

The boys didn't listen and didn't realize what the guy said. I never met this guy before, but I hate him.

I hate him in any possible ways. I hate him to death. His eyes are injected with blood, he makes my entrails boil of anger.

If he moves, I'm going to jump on him and punch him. I feel so aggressive, I just want to feel my fist crash against his bones, my nails scratch his flesh and see his blood flow out his veins.

I want him to die. 

Niall's absence makes me suffer so much I just don't want to see someone trying to take his place. And this guy was trying to. I've never felt like this before, it kills me. It eats up my guts, changes my usual calm mood and deteriorates my common senses. I can't stand on my chair.

Marco nods and the guy starts to sing.

His voice to my ears is the last thing I needed. It couldn't have been worst.

I get up so fast my chair falls back. I ferociously throw my pen straight in the contestant's face, clenching my teeth. I put both of my hands under the table, curling my fingers around the edge, and flip it upside down. It lends on the ground with a huge crash and I leave the room, breathing heavily to let my emotions out. 

I can hear the room go silent. Everyone is shocked but I don't care. I walk fast in the studios, yelling my lungs off. The tears make their way down my face, joining the red of my cheeks.