Anything It Takes

Chapter 17

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(The Next Morning in Zayn’s POV)

“Zayn Malik! Get your ass up. No time for whining. You’re absolutely fucked.” Liam shouted in my ear.

“‘o away! I wanna sleep.” I said and turned my back towards him. Why won’t he let me sleep? We have today off.

“Zayn. You need to get up before Harry gets in here. Your ass is going to be kicked. We all went to the club last night and promised not to do anything with anybody. We all listened except for you. Now get the hell up before Harry literally kicks you out of bed. He’s fuming.” Liam shook me again and I finally got up.

“Liam stop yelling. My head kills, why is Harry mad at meh?” I rubbed my eyes and stretched. The splitting head ache was taking over my head. One too many drinks were drunk last night.

“Maybe this will refresh your memory, Malik. ‘Anna, uhhhhh.’ Does that ring a fucking bell?” Harry slammed the door open with a pissed look on his face. My memory snapped back to last night, and all of its events came flooding back and played like a movie.

“Zayn, you’ve fucked up sooo bad. You’ve got to tell Maggie when we go to call people later.” Louis said walking in. He and Niall sat down on the table, joining Liam while Harry was being calmed down by Liam.

“I can’t tell her. She’ll never take me back. God dammit. I’ve messed up so badly!” I put my head in my hands cursing myself out in my brain.

“If we weren’t in a band I’d punch you until you stopped breathing for a bit.” Harry said looking me in the eyes. “If you don’t tell her, I will.” He got up, shook his head at me and walked out of the room.

“Mate, you’ve messed up and you’ve got to fix it.” Niall and Louis walked out of the room, more than likely to find Harry and calm him down.

I’m surprised Harry didn’t punch me. I would have. I’ve cheated on the greatest thing that has ever walked into my life.

“Liam. I-” I shamefully put my head in my hands and tries to restrain myself from letting my tears fall. “I can’t lose her. Not now. I’m finally getting better, she’s finally getting better, we’re fucking getting better. I’ve fucked up everything. She’ll hate me forever. She’ll leave me.” Even though tears were in my eyes I didn’t let them fall. No crying in front of the boys.

“Zayn, you’re telling her everything. I’ve never seen two people more in love. You’ll get her back if she leaves. She might understand. She might not. Now, I’m going to leave. We have a meeting with management; they’re going to give us our phones for the weekend. Figure out what you’re going to say to her.” Liam looked at me one last time before he walked out the door and slammed it.

I’ve never felt like this. So broken, so mad, so confused. I’ve never not wanted to talk to Maggie more in my life. I don’t want to have to explain what happened. I don’t want to hear her voice cracking when she finds out. I don’t want to hear the excitement of talking to me dripping out of her voice.

I walked down the hotel hallway and walked into Jason, our manager’s, room. All four of the boys were talking to somebody. We all knew Niall had snuck in his international phone, which made us all question why we didn’t do it. We didn’t even know he did it until yesterday. Sneaky bastard.