It's Just Us Now (1D Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

Hey. So I was trying to update on Friday but I've been really busy with school and life and stuff. Yeah. Life kind of sucks right now. But oh well. This is the next chapter and I know that they're pretty short but they'll be getting longer.

I hope you like it! :D

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Chapter 3 

*Zayn POV*

A news article was pulled up on Emma’s white iPhone.

“Update: Carly Harrison’s death

Authorities have confirmed that the cause of 19-year-old Carly Harrison’s death was suicide. Last Sunday, her brother found her dead on her bedroom floor. Her funeral occurred earlier today. More updates on this story as they come.”

I put her phone down in shock. Why did would she do that?

“I don’t know.” Emma said.

I guess I said that out loud. I walked over and put an arm around her shaking body. A tear ran down her face and she wiped it away with her sleeve.

“This is all my fault.”

“What? How can you say that?” 

“I was her best friend. I was the one she went to when she needed someone to talk to. I should’ve noticed something was wrong—“

“No! None of this is your fault!” I insisted.

“Do you know how it feels to regret something so bad?”

I looked into her eyes and felt nothing but pain.

“No.”

“It kills me. Every minute. I’m the only freaking person that I can blame because I was the closest to her.” 

She continued sobbing into my shoulder. I held her tight. It really made no sense that Carly committed suicide. The bright, upbeat, and comical Carly we knew. 

“But you didn’t suspect anything. Right?”

She shook her head.

“Not a thing.”

“Then it’s not your fault.”

“But I should’ve. And I feel like throwing up every time I think about it because I know what a horrible person I am for not preventing this.” 

“No. Don’t say that. You’re amazing and beautiful. None of this is your fault and no one deserves to have their best friend taken away from them.“

“Then why was she?” 

Her voice shook. 

“If no one deserves to have their best friend taken away from them, then why did it happen to me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re strong enough to get past this.”

She cried harder, as if she was saying I’m not. I wish I could remember more about Carly. Most people would say it felt like only yesterday, but it feels so far back to me. But it was really only two years ago when the three of us were in high school together, being in the same classes, hanging out everyday, and laughing into the dead of the night. But Carly's gone. And I can't always be around either.  

It was really late, so I eventually dozed off and Emma cried herself to sleep.

*Emma POV*

I woke up feeling very hungry. Bright light shined through my window and burned my eyes. I looked at Zayn next to me and realized that I fell asleep on his chest. I put my head back down, our bodies close together. I don’t know why but this feels…right.

I thought about last night. Poor Zayn. I literally just poured out all my worries and problems to him. I promised that today I would try not to think about Carly. Accepting this sooner is a lot better then later.

A few minutes later, Zayn woke up. I turned around to face him. His hair was messed up and eyes were half-open.

“Good morning” he said in his adorable British accent. Hold up. Did I just say adorable? 

“Are you feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah. I think so.” I gave him a small smile.

I saw a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized how horrible I looked.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom.”

Zayn nodded and I walked into the bathroom feeling like I had two left feet.

My tangled hair stuck up in all the wrong ways and I had bags under my eyes. The makeup I had on from yesterday’s funeral smeared all over my face. Thank god I barely had any on.

I took a quick shower and managed to brush out my hair. I put on a white tank top and my favorite blue Hollister sweatpants. Okay. No thinking about Carly today, I reminded myself.

I was drying my hair when I smelled bacon coming from the kitchen. Nothing ever smelled so good.

Zayn was in the kitchen cooking bacon and eggs. He loaded it onto a plate and handed it to me.

“Thanks.”

It’s really nice of him to cook for me. I sat down and poured us some orange juice from the fridge. Zayn took his own plate and sat down. Taking a bite of bacon, I realized that I hadn’t had a proper meal in days. We ate quickly and he even took my plate when I finished. 

“No, you don’t have to do that.” I said immediately. 

“It’s fine” he replied as he started doing the dishes.

“Well, thanks. Again.”

I sat down on the white leather couch in the living room. He finished and sat next to me. I had something I had to say. 

“Thanks so much for listening to me and staying with me. And cooking and cleaning up and –“

“Hey it’s no problem. Thanks for letting me stay.”

Oh yeah. He kind of stayed the night. But I’m glad I had someone with me to help me through all of this.

“You know what? We need to get your mind off things.” 

He pulled out his phone and started texting.

“What do you mean?” 

He continued texting with a grin on his face.

“You’ll see.”

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