Zayn was quitting One Direction
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I couldn't believe it.
His note changes were the best out of the boy band...
But now he's leaving.
I had to do something about that. I knew I had to. I could at least convince him to stay.
I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Zayn asked.
"I-It's Silver." I stuttered softly.
"Oh, you can come in, if you want." he replied.
I walked in and paced myself to the middle of the large room.
I didn't even have this much space in MY room to get dressed...
BRUH.
He walked toward me.
"So, what's on your mind?" he asked friendly.
"Well, um, uh..." I tried to look for the right words that didn't sound creepy like: well, I was eavesdropping and heard you're quitting.
He stared at me intensely.
"Well...?" he questioned.
"Do you like your life as a boy band member?" I asked.
"Of, course. It's amazing." he said, as if he rehearsed saying that.
"Oh, haha. So you wouldn't want to quit the band?" I asked. Already ready half-knowing the answer.
"Um, why would you ask?" he asked, guilt in his eyes.
"Oh, I'm just trying to make a conversation. Sorry if I'm bombarding you with random questions." I told him.
"Oh! Haha. You're fine." he said, looking relived.
"Okay, I'm sorry. But I know that you're quitting One Direction to be a normal adult and I know that I wasn't suppose to hear...it's just that I was thirsty and needed water and heard shouting from your room. Please don't be upset." I rushed.
"Um, silv. Please say that more clearly and slower." he said, a puzzling face following the words.
I said what I said before more slowly and clearer.
"Oh god." he responded, looking pale.
"Yea..." I commented.
He came closer to me, making me lean against the wall.
You would think it took about a whole freaking hour just to reach a wall, but it only took about a few steps.
His face towered over mine and he just stared into my eyes as his were filled with needy.
"Please, sliv. Don't tell the rest of the band, not just yet." he whispered in my ear, after a moment of silence.
My shoulders literally untensed when he said those words.
At first I thought he was going to kiss me or something.
I mean I wouldn't not want that to happen, but I'm a Harry Styles girl.
And also because Vivian would throw me off a freaking building.
"It's okay, Zayn. Ill keep it a secret as long as you want it to be." I assured him.
His pained expression changed into a smirk within seconds.
Then he attached the space between us with his lips.
HOLY FRICK FRACKLE. I'm about to die today...
R.I.P
Amari Jane.
author's note • I'm changing the names of the chapters! or the theme at least.
