Zayn's POV
Niall looked so heartbroken.
"I may or not be leaving", I muttered.
"But why are you doing this to us?", he asked sadly.
"Hey! I'm not the bad guy here, I didn't say I was leaving. I said may or may not be", I said with a smile.
We've been through a lot of good things over the past like five years. You're special to us, Zayn", Liam said.
Camila rolled her eyes. "Can we just try to get into this store, get Niall's food, and leave?"
"Yeah come on", Normani said as they started walking to the store, leaving me behind.
I put my head down. "I fucked up."
I walked toward the back of the store, where everyone was at.
They used a screwdriver to get through the back door.
I smiled before following after them, but Camila took the screwdriver and put it in her pocket then closing the back door. "Find your own way in", she smiled devilishly.
"Camila, come on", I said.
"Zayn, you hurt us. You're just gonna leave us like you didn't mean something to us? What's next?, your going to break up with me and start dating Perrie Edwards from Little Mix?", she said silently crying.
"I wasn't even sure if me and you were still going out", I muttered coldly.
She put her hand over her mouth before crying.
"Camila, stop, come on. I love you, I hate to see girls cry", I tried to get in through the door. "Open the door, please."
She shook her head, still crying.
I started crying a little bit. "Open the door, please. I need you."
"No Zayn, you-you hurt me", Camila said still crying.
I completely broke down crying after that. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry. Please, jus-just open the door."
She still shook her head. "No."
"Open the damn door!", I screamed still crying.
She backed away, hurt in her eyes. "Bye Zayn."
"I'm-I'm sorry", I muttered.
She ran into the store.
I put my back against the wall and slid down. "What the hell? Why is life like this?"
I decided to just walk back to the bus.
The bus was like ten inches away but a beautiful fan stopped me. "Hi Zayn."
I turned around. "Hello, love."
"Can you sign this?", she handed me her shirt of me, the boys, and the girls.
I smiled at the shirt because of how happy we all looked in that picture. And me and Camila fingers were interlocked. I had an idea. "Hey, can I keep this shirt?"
She laughed. "Sure, I have another one you can sign."
I signed her shirt. "Thanks, beautiful."
I gave her a hug and walked to the bus. "Hello there my designated tour bus driver."
"Still don't know my name, do you?", he asked annoyed.
I smiled. "Nope. But I'm going to take a nap, if you don't mind?"
"I'll never care."
"Erm? Good, yeah", I said before falling into a nice slumber.
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