Torment (One Direction Fan Fiction)

You Take My Breath

It was just a scare, thank god. 

Anyway, MCR broke up, wtf? But at least Fall Out Boy are back together. Life's strange that way I guess.

I'm a band-slag, okay? I admit it. ~__~

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Zayn woke up the next morning feeling like an elephant had slept on his chest. He groaned. The bed sheets were twisted at his waist, his hair was limp and sweaty and he felt grimy. He was completely naked due to the fact that he was too high last night to give a shit. Zayn groaned.

He stood up and simply stood there for a second, butt naked, staring down at himself. When did I become this? His eyes roamed the familiar body that was slowly becoming stranger to him every day. He sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. If he was remembering correctly, today he had some rehearsals. A few lessons every now and then for the lads to get their shit together. It would be Christmas in two months; they were doing a Christmas benefit concert to raise money for homeless children and orphans.

Zayn yawned, stretching a little, feeling his back and shoulders click. He groaned. He needed to head to the gym or something. He walked to his closet, throwing it open and staring into it. He scratched the back of his head before grabbing a long sleeved white shirt with three white buttons at the neck. He checked the tag.

‘Liam’ it read in neat print. Zayn grinned, chuckling to himself. He remembered stealing this. Without hesitation he grabbed a pair of dark skinnies, tossing it onto the bed with the shirt before he padded to the bathroom. He flipped on the shower, waiting but five seconds for it to heat up and fill the bathroom with steam.

He caught his reflection in the mirror and winced. He looked shit. Zayn sighed and stepped into the shower. He stood there for about five minutes, acclimatising to the heat before he actually started washing his hair and body. When he was finished he stared at his reflection again. His breath misted up the mirror as he stared at every pore and hair on his face. Would he end up looking like Rey one day? “No.” He muttered, wrapping the towel around his waist and leaving the bathroom to get his breakfast ready.

He lived on his own in his two story apartment, about three blocks away from all the other lads; Niall being the only one that shared the building with Zayn. But Niall was thinking of a move soon. He ran his hands through his hair as he skipped down the stairs, on the way to his open plan kitchen turning on his docking station, removing his iPhone from its charger and plugging it in.

Music filled his apartment, making it feel less lonely. He hummed along softly, turning on his gas stove. Breakfast on a normal day consisted of toast, eggs and a glass of milk. Zayn swayed with the beat that filled his apartment, singing along softly as he cracked an egg into the pan. It felt like a totally average morning. He’d see the boys at rehearsal, call his mom, see if Perrie was up for a shag and then get high, or get drunk and come home shit faced.

He ate with brief breaks in which he sang along with the song. It was weird to think that someone somewhere was doing the same thing he was doing except listening to him sing. He finished his breakfast, dumping his dirty plates in his dishwasher and making his way back to his room to get dressed. He pulled on the shirt, a clean pair of boxer shorts and his jeans.

He stood in front of the shoe section of his closet, eyeing all the shoes he had. He snatched a pair of grey converse and sat down with a huff on the floor, tugging them on viciously. The music downstairs cut out and the sound of his phone ringing made his ears perk up. “Damn.” He got to his feet, hopping a little as he tried to tie his laces and walk at the same time.