One Direction One Shots

Let You Go // Zayn Malik

Hi guys. Now if you still break down when you are reminded about Zayn, don't read this. But stay strong. I know you all, you're my family and the best sisters and brothers i could ask for. I am so happy to have such a beautiful family who stays strong in times like these. I had to muster a lot of courage to write this one shot. It is purely a work of fiction and I request you NOT to confront anyone portrayed in this one shot about them actually doing what they have been portrayed doing in this work of fiction. I will not take any blame for rumours. Please do NOT steal my work. This is my own imagination and what I feel so please do not start any rumours and please don't confront the people in this one shot about this being real. I would very much appreciate it. Thank you. And I love you beautiful.
P.s. This one shot is in Zayn's point of view so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
----------------
"No! Zayn you can't! N-no no Zayn.." Liam had to calm Harry down as he continuously hit my chest, tears streaming down his face. But I had to... For the best.

"No Liam! Leave Harry, Zayn Malik deserves to be hit for the pain he is causing us and the girls." Louis said referring to the boys and the fans, my girls.

Niall said nothing as he tried to control his tears as Louis comforted him, tears streaming down his own face, just like mine.

"Why Zayn? Why? Why are you leaving us?! If not us, think about our girls! How sad they would be when they hear this. You know them, they are hardcore as hell but this will take such a drastically bad toll on them. Think about them Zayn. Think about your boys." Niall said, breaking my heart.

My girls, I love them so much. I would miss their jokes, support and their perved DM's on Twitter so much. We had so many fun times. They always knew how to cheer my day up. Always made me smile and laugh until I cried. Especially the memes about me and Louis. And the Larry jokes. Never will I ever forget about them. The things they trended, how they drove the Wanted out of the music industry. And the comebacks. I will miss them so much.

And my boys. Oh, my boys. They were the best thing that ever happened to me. One Direction was the best thing that ever happened to us. I remember those video diaries, I remember those Alan Carr interviews, I remember how cool kids don't dance. I remember how Harry's tattoos, my hair, Niall's biceps or tees, Louis' Twitter fights and Liam's quiff and workout and even the smallest of thing could start a riot in the fandom! But it was all good fun. The boys were there for me in my darkest times, whenever I needed them. Whenever I felt down. They were my brothers, my saviours, my best friends and most of all, My Family.

"Why Zayn?" Liam asked, his voice cracking.

Why?
That's a question that's been on my mind since that one day. That one day last year. That day that changed my life. For better or for worse? I do not know.

~flashback~
"Ah Zayn, come in." Simon beckoned me into his large and lavish office. Burgundy and beige coloured walls designed in a professional, calming way.

His desk made him look even more dominating when you sat in the chairs in front of him.
"Sit down Zayn," I obliged. He then motioned towards a man sitting next to me that i didn't notice before. Wow, he sure was, uh, healthy.

"This is Naughty Boy. An uprising producer, like me. He has given many chances to uprising artists and made them successful. He even makes music works himself." He praised.

Naughty Boy? More like I'm-A-Greasy-Fat-Meatball-And-I-Am-Going-To-Eat-You-And-Ruin-Your-Health.

I chuckled to myself but stopped once I saw the looks I was receiving.

I coughed trying to disguise my laughing fit and said,
"Right um, nice to meet you, I am Zayn."
He smiled maniacally, like those cartoon villians, it was almost as if something was up.

Simon then coughed. Okay now I know he strictly means business. He had this evil smirk on his face. Okay, I'm scared now.

"Now Zayn, none of the boys are to know about our little meeting and if they ask about your um, decisions, You are to say that it was your choice or well you know what will become of your family, the boys and your fiancée..."

---------'
And here we are. He would always threaten me. I once did the mistake of not listening to him, I thought he was bluffing.

And I returned home to see my mother and my sister, Doniya cradled in each other's arms, crying and beaten. I found a note on my bed, it said if i told anyone, including the boys, they would harm Saafa and Wahliya.

Here I am now, leaving the only good thing that happened to me. Leaving my brothers. The brothers I never had.

Simon and Naughty Boy had been plotting this since long. To throw me out of the band. But this was for the safety of the boys. I had to do this. Even if it was hard for me. Oh, so hard for me.

But today is the day.

Today is when I sing my last concert with my brothers. As a bond. Then I leave, for the safety of my boys.

~in the concert~

This is it.
The last song I ever sing in public with my boys.

Tears glimmered within my eyes just as Liam started the first verse to What Makes You Beautiful,
"You're insecure, don't know what for, you're turning heads when you walk through the do-o-o-r, don't need makeup..."

He finished his solo, his voice cracking in the middle. This made my head snap towards him, seeing tears in his eyes, and the boys' eyes as well.

Harry stumbled over his words as he attempted to calmly sing and conceal his tear-filled eyes and tear- stained cheeks.
"E-everyone else in the room can see it..."
The chorus sounded painful. Beautiful but painful. Very painful.

We put all we had in the song. All we could muster. At this point all of us were crying and had joined the group hug.
My boys. I had to leave them. I had to leave my world. My boys. My soul. My brothers. My family. My girls.

"I want you all to know that we love you, you are the best thing that ever happened to us. You have made us the people we always wanted to be and we want you to know that you are strong and you can go through anything." I said with a cracking excuse of a voice.

Harry continued,"you were there for us when we needed you and remember you can get through anything. We will do this together." This made us all cry harder.

"I love you. We love you." I said in the end.

I pulled in my boys for a last group hug, knowing that this would be my last gig with them.

I stayed there in the warm embrace of my boys. Hoping this would never end. But life isn't always the way you want it to be. Sometimes you just have to make the best of what you have. And sometimes just hold onto something for as long as you can. Because you never know when it might be taken away from you.