Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Breaking Point

Hi! I got a little busy yesterday so I wasn't able to upload hehe

Here's another angsty-comfort chapter! Hahaha don't hate me for this one please >'.'<

This chapter is requested by champagne_pr0blems

I hope you like this one!!

Happy reading, everyone!

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The flat was unusually tense, a heavy silence hanging in the air, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of glasses. Y/N stood in the living room, a clipboard in hand, staring at the neatly organized schedule for the week.

She had spent hours preparing it, ensuring every detail was in place, but the exhaustion from the past few months weighed heavily on all of them. Despite everything, she knew they couldn't afford to let anything slip.

"Alright," she began, her voice calm but carrying the authority it always did when it came to their schedule. "Tomorrow, we have soundcheck at 10 AM, then interviews in the afternoon. After that, there's a—"

"Another interview?" Zayn's sharp tone sliced through the air like a whip, and she could feel the tension in his words before he even spoke.

She paused, surprised by the aggression in his voice, but she held his gaze, meeting his irritated glare with quiet confidence. "Yes, Zayn. It's a part of the promo. We agreed to this months ago."

His eyes darkened, and he threw his phone onto the coffee table with an angry flick of his wrist. The phone hit the surface with a sharp crack that made everyone in the room flinch, and the sound seemed to echo in the silence that followed.

She furrowed her brow, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of his anger. "Zayn, what's the problem?" she asked, her voice softer, yet still steady.

"Management agreed," he snapped, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You mean they decided and you just went along with it. You've always been so quick to play the perfect little manager, haven't you?" His words were laced with venom, harsher than anything he'd ever directed at her before. It stung, cutting deep, but she refused to back down.

The room froze. Louis straightened in his chair, eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. His hand instinctively reached for his drink, but his fingers faltered mid-air. Liam exchanged a worried glance with Harry, his lips pressed into a thin line. Niall opened his mouth to interject but quickly shut it, unsure of how to break the palpable tension in the room.

Y/N felt the blood rush to her head, the heat of the argument rising in her chest. "Excuse me?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly despite her best efforts to remain composed.

"You heard me," Zayn shot back, standing up abruptly and taking a few steps toward her. His eyes were burning with frustration as he stood just inches away. "You're so caught up in keeping everything together that you don't even see what you're doing to us." His words were sharp as if each one had been carefully chosen to cut as deeply as possible.

Her chest tightened at his accusation. "I'm trying to make sure we follow through with the schedule. Someone has to, or else we'll fall apart," she said, her voice calm but firm, each word carefully measured.

Zayn let out a bitter laugh, and she could hear the disdain in it. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, pacing for a moment before facing her again. "Maybe we should fall apart," he said, voice lowering with sarcasm. "And maybe it's better if you leave the band."

The words hit like a freight train, brutal and unforgiving, leaving her breathless. For a moment, the room was dead silent, the air thick with shock. Y/N's hands trembled as the clipboard slipped from her fingers, the papers scattering across the floor. It felt like everything she'd been holding in had been shattered in that one sentence.