The Taste of Your Lipstick [ONE DIRECTION FAN-FICTION]

EPILOGUE

“W-we’re terribly distressed to announce the death of our bandmate, Zayn Malik. He was killed in a car accident last night.” Louis Tomlinson said, his arms wrapped around the waist of Harry Styles. Liam Payne held his sobbing bandmate, Niall Horan, tightly in his arms.

                Harry pulled them all into a group hug, their chest heaving with heavy sobs.

                “I-I can’t believe he’s gone.” Niall sobbed into the puppy-faced older boy. He rubbed his back soothingly, as tears rolled down his own cheeks.

                They stood on the talk show stage, they were supposed to be there to talk about how the tour was going so far. Instead, they had to announce a death. It was heart wrenching, to see these four boys crying. They loved this boy like a brother, they had spent the last two and a half years with him. They had all grown so close to him. For him to be torn from them so soon, it was tragic.

                The talk show cut to commercial break, and the boys still held onto each other. They all had their heads bowed down, whispering quietly to one another. Any one on the outside would have thought they were comforting their bandmates. But this was not the case. They smiled to each other, happy with what they have done.

                The death of Zayn Malik was not an accident. It happened at the hands of his bandmates. His life was not the only they took. They held many hostages, to fulfil their inhuman needs. They had all sold their souls to the devil, they needed to kill to live. This wasn’t their first kill spree, and it won’t be the last.

                The producers and hosts stared at the boys with concern and sympathy. In the distance you could hear the ringing of the channel’s phones. They were ringing like madness.

                Twitter crashed within seconds after the announcement, shortly followed by Tumblr, then Facebook. Fans were hysterical, the death deeply effecting millions.

                Millions of people were crying, hurting, and grieving. But the boys “closest” to the deceased boy, felt nothing. They were incapable of emotion. But even if they were they wouldn’t feel anything. They were all messed up before this happened.

                Harry Styles killed his real mother and father at the age of fourteen. He was placed in a mental hospital but was broken out by the society he is in now. They call themselves Mind-benders. They can control the mind, hence the name. They have erased any memory of the boy he used to be.

                Niall Horan killed a boy in his middle school class. Something the boy said set him off, and he strangled him to death. He too was locked in a mental hospital, just to be broken out by the Mind-Bender society.

                Liam Payne liked to kill his pets. He started with goldfish, then onto his mouse and then his cats. Worried for his mental health, his mom sent him to get mental help. In therapy, he tried to kill his therapist but failed. From here on his story is the same as the previous two boys.

                Louis Tomlinson was a little more intense. He killed his entire family; aunts, uncles, and grandparents included; when he was fifteen. He ran from the scene of the murders, they were having a family reunion. Tomlinson ran from the police for a year, but was finally found in a crappy motel. They arrested him and checked him into a hospital too.

                Zayn Malik’s story was a little different. He had committed murders too, but his father was the one who forced him too. His father was the leader of the Mind-Benders. His father tried to prepare him his entire life, giving him things and people to kill. Zayn didn’t want to, but his father threatened to kill him if he didn’t. Zayn was very vain, and put his life ahead of others. He killed them to make his father proud. But when he became a Mind-Bender, something in the process didn’t work right.

                To become a Mind-Bender, Zayn would have to kill a family member. His twin brother. It haunted him. It broke him. He never made the full switch. Zayn tried to back out early on, but his father wouldn’t let him.

                Zayn didn’t consider him a father anymore. He treated him more like a boss then anyone. The only family he had was dead. And he was the one that killed him.

                His father didn’t care that he was dead. He was proud of the band for offing him. He never liked either of his sons. They didn’t want to carry on the family legacy. They were a disgrace.

                Now you know the real story of the five boys on the stairs. Things aren’t always as they seem. It’s easy to fake emotions.

                Don’t believe everything you see.