Best Friends Not Forever

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

-Carmen's POV-

I was staring at the dark grey clouds in the sky. There was a storm coming our way, but I didn't care. All I could think of was my best friend Zayn. We have been best friends since we were born. Our parents have been friends since highschool. I was worried. He has been doing very well in his singing career. Ya I'm proud of him, but what if he go's further? What if I will never be able to see him again? What if he is going to start ignoring me? What am I going to do?

-Zayn's POV-

I'm on my way to Toronto for my first "show". I'm performing my new song I just finished writing about friendship to an arts high school. This is my first time performing in front of a large audience, what if I mess up in front of everyone? But I am not going to worry about that. All I am going to think about is how proud my friends and family are of me. It's not like their upset... are they?

-Carmen's POV-

Of course I'm upset! I can't sleep at night without thinking about Zayn. I miss him soooo much already. How am I going to get though this?

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 Laying here in bed makes it worse because there is nothing else to do but think. I got up tripping over the pile of clothes beside my bed and walked out to the kitchen. I grabbed a small glass out of the cupboard and filled it up with water. As I was slowly walking to the couch my older brother Matthew asked " What are you doing up this late?" "Can't sleep." I responded. I sat down on the soft couch and started watching the t.v with him. It's hard to pay attention to the television when I can't stop staring at Matthew's giant eyes.  He tried talking to me but I didn't respond. Watching "Friends" was very boring as I do hate the show, therefore I went back to my room and opened up my computer.

Facebook is something that makes me happy. Reading things that makes other people happy makes me happy.  But something this time wasn't right. I'm always amused being on facebook but seeing what was on my screen made me feel.... almost sick.  "I knew it", I whispered to myself.  I read a comment on Zayn's performance  that took place a couple of hours ago. As I am living in England the time zones are different. Zayn just finished his performance in Toronto and there are 317 different comments on his amazing performance.

I still dont know how i feel right now. Happy, that he did an awesome job, or upset, that he might move on and i will never see him again.  "OK", I whispered again. "Happy, I'm Happy. Zayn is an amazing singer and performer I'm happy for him. I'm not upset." But something in my head told me that I should be.

I don't know what it is! I can't get this voice out of my head! It keeps telling me that I should be upset and scared that Zayn might never be my friend anymore.