Heya guys here's part two of the story. Hope you like it. Leave me your feedback.
The song used below is Rascal Flatts Riot the inspiration for this whole thing.
Zayn's Pov:
I didn't handle the situation the best way I could have. It started off as just a break. I always planned on coming back. When I was with the boys I had no hesitations about that. When I was with Niall I had no second guessing. I was going back. I was going back to him. But when I got back to the UK that reassurance wasn't there. Niall wasn't there and for some reason I began thinking maybe I couldn't do this anymore. Hurting people was never what I wanted to do. I just wanted time to myself. I asked alot of people what they thought I should do. The advice I got given the most was to do what makes me happy. If walking away is what's for the best then do it. If taking a step back for a while feels right then do that. I spoke with our managers and they told me there was no room for maybe. They needed a set in stone answer. I wanted a break. I needed a break but I couldn't just do that without knowing when I'd be back. Honestly I didn't know when I'd be back. I couldn't answer that question. I repeatedly told them I wanted to stay. I wanted to be in this band but I needed time away. I didn't know how long but I needed a break. Of course they only thought of the money. They couldn't afford to have me gone for a long period of time. They needed a set in stone return date. When I couldn't give them that they decided to do the unthinkable. I argued with them for as long as I could. I fought tooth and nail but got no where with them. I grew tired. Tired of repeating myself. They had a talk and it was agreed that I'd leave. Before I really knew what was going on the announcement had been made that I'd left One Direction. The decision seemed to be made for me. I was told that our managers would tell the boys and they'd make the announcement. I knew that the news would hurt the boys. I knew all of them would be broken. I knew Niall would be broken and the idea of it made me feel sick. When I saw each of them calling I couldn't bring myself to answer the phone. I couldn't bare to hear there broken voices.
I don't know how long has passed. I haven't bothered to check twitter or anything. I've just been laying around wallowing in self pity. I wiped away the tears from my eyes as I stared up at the ceiling. Hurting the lads kills me. They've been there with me from the very start. They've become the brothers I always wanted. Niall's, Well he's everything. He's the man who's got hold of my heart. With both hands he has it. I know he's hurting. I want to tell him I'm sorry. That I never wanted to hurt him and I never wanted to break my promise. I'm scared that he hates me. And it's that fear that's stopping me from reaching out to him.
"Zayn your phone went off mate" My cousin Jawaad said as he entered the bedroom. I didn't bother to look over at him.
"Hmm"
"Zayn come on man" Jawaad exclaimed.
"Why can't I just call him? Explain everything? I love him and I can't even speak to him because I'm scared. Like I have any right to be scared" I said.
"Everyone out there has the right to be scared. Niall dosen't hate you. How could he? He's just confused and he dosen't understand. Mate you were put in a position where what you needed wasn't first priority. You needed a break without a deadline" He explained.
"I just don't want them to hate me. Any of them" I chocked out, Jawaad sighed.
"Once they hear your side of the story how could they? Mate listen you got a message from Louis. I know what it is already because I've spoken to them. It's something you need to hear mate" He stood up from the bed. "And when you have listened get in the shower. You've become immune to your body odour but I ain't" He joked, I chuckled softly and shook my head. Seconds later I heard the bedroom door being closed. I took a deep breath and sat up on the bed taking hold of my phone. I taped in my passcode and looking at my wallpaper picture broke my heart. It was a picture of Niall and I. Liam had taken it when we fell asleep on the tour bus. I had my arms wrapped tightly around Niall and his head was rested on my shoulder. I inhaled deeply and opened my messages. I opened Louis and saw a voice note with a long message above it. I read the message first.
