A/N: thanks you guys so much for the reception on this book. It really means a lot. I wasn't posting because I was trying to find a good plot for these future chapters and I think I got it all mapped out. And this chapter, I'll be having Midnight Memories, the song not album, as a song that Harry will be writing with Normani so act like Midnight Memories, the album, hasn't been released yet in this story. Lets get on with this story shall we?
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*A MONTH LATER*
Harry's POV
Tour is finally over. I couldn't fall asleep last night, I only got two hours of sleep.
Would you be able to sleep knowing one of your best mates left your successful band?
Was it because we were ugly lads and he was tired of seeing our faces?
Speaking of tired, I'm completely knackered.
Eating food in the middle of the night is always perfect, right?
As I made my way downstairs, I heard the refrigerator opening and closing, and somebody eating.
I quickly grabbed one of Lauren's hair dryers and made my way into the kitchen.
I got in there, turned the light on and started beating the guy up with the hair dryer.
"Ow! What-what the hell-ow-what the hell Harry-ow!", the guy screamed.
I stopped because I recognized that voice. "Z-Zayn?"
He looked into my eyes. "H-hey, mate."
"What happened to your face?"
"I kind of got in a car crash. My car totally totaled", he said while pulling his keys.
"So you decided to come here?", I said, actually glad.
"Erm, yeah. I had to walk here. Pretty wicked, yeah?"
I laughed. "Yeah, pretty. Are you staying here?"
"No, my car should be fixed in two hours. I just didn't know where else to go", he smiled but my face dropped at that.
"Oh, uh, that's cool", I was trying my hardest not to make this awkward but I couldn't do anything else except blowing up. "Listen Zayn, why are you being an inconsiderate asshole? We've been in this band for three years, four including the X Factor. We've always held a close relationship together as a band and you're just going to throw it away like yesterday's news? I just don't underst-"
"I'm not throwing anything away, I just wasn't feeling the whole 'famous' thing. It wasn't really for me. I only got on X Factor to see if I could sing and I got my answer so I've backing out. Who said you were in charge of what I could with my li-", I cut him off.
"I never said I was in charge of your fucking life. I just-I just want my best mate back. What is One Direction if the one and only Zayn Malik isn't in it?", I asked him.
"I guess it isn't One Direction", he said before walking out of the kitchen and almost out the door before I threw the hair dryer at him. But it hit his leg. "Were you trying to throw this at my head? I could've got a concussion."
"Well, you deserved it, dick."
He ran back into the kitchen trying to throw a punch at me but I blocked it and threw one at him, which landed. His second landed on my nose and I tasted blood. I grabbed him and knocked him into the kitchen table as many glasses fell on the floor.
He threw another punch but I blocked and punched him in the stomach before many came downstairs.
"Whoa, whoa what the hell is going-is that my hair dryer?", Lauren said before quickly grabbing it.
