See You Again

~ Chapter Seven ~*

Maybe if he just ended it, his life. The pain and suffering would end, and he wouldn't be haunted by the memories of the past.

He thought about this occasionally, it's been a few weeks since it all happened. He knew he was getting worse but he convinced himself he was getting better.

Taking a step forward, he looked out at the horizon the breeze cool, making him grateful for his woollen hoodie and beanie.

Another step forward. And he was closer to the edge. But something dragged him from his daze.

"WE LOVE YOU ZAYN!"
"MARRY ME!"
"AHHHHHH ZAYN!"

Shaking his head, he looked back out at the thrashing waves of the ocean. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket he pulled it out, seeing the familiar face of Liam Payne, lighting up the screen.

Locking his phone, he waited for the voicemail to come through before listening all so carefully.

"Hey..." He breathed out before continuing.
"I got your call, at least we know your alright. At least we hope you are, there's been no sign of you by paps... Which I'm guessing you want.." He stopped for a second, Zayn, looking out at the ocean.

"Why won't you contact us? Why are you ignoring us? It hurts, Harry and Louis being the worst. Louis mad, and upset. He just wants to know why... We all do.
Harry said he messaged you, but never got a reply. That hurt him.
Niall's alright, still his usually self; well not really. He tries his best to show the fans the happy, loving and carefree side of him when we perform but as soon as we leave, it's back to his bunk; he cried himself to sleep last night.
Im alright, still crying to comprehend the fact that we lost you. I try my best to be the guy who comforts everyone else but sometimes I just need a little comforting myself. Listen Zayn, we love you buddy.. I hope your alright."

The familiar beeping noise indicated that the voice mail was over. He had to rethink his decision of ending it all, the outcome being positive.

"Just for you, the lads and my family, Liam." He whispered, pulling his hoodie over his head; walking back to the apartment, in which he didn't want to return to.