road to nowhere || larry stylinson

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I felt the wind blowing on my face from my opened window as I slowly began to open my eyes, when I was finally able to see clearly, I looked straight out of my apartment window from my bed at the city. The sound of cars, the sound of people walking the streets, music. I could hear it all as I just stayed in bed. It was such a beautiful day, although it was late July so I shouldn't be surprised.

After about 30 minutes, I knew it was time to get up and face everything my day had to offer me.

I threw the covers back and hopped out of bed. I roamed into the bathroom and began my morning routine. First I had a shower, then I brushed my teeth and got dressed for the day, and finally I had breakfast. I didn't really know how to cook, which is why I usually eat out all the time. But I managed to make toast with Nutella this morning.

After breakfast, I made my way back to my room. I didn't have any plans today, my mom wanted to go out for dinner tonight but I kindly declined. I just wasn't up for it.

It's been months since I saw my family, after I moved to LA, we just kind of lost touch. I tried keeping in touch with my mom and my sister but it didn't work out. I realized I shouldn't put effort into saving my relationship with someone else if they aren't going to do the same in return. I guess I just haven't forgiven my mom for not bothering to contact me in months and now showing up here unexpected and asking me to dinner? No way.

I found myself back in bed and strolling through social media on my phone.

I was going through a my timeline when I came across so many tweets that definitely brought back a lot of memories.

The 3 year anniversary since One Direction broke up. I miss it everyday.

I haven't forgotten about all the times on stage with the 4 boys who used to mean the absolute world to me, I haven't forgotten about all the fans, I haven't forgotten about our music. I still remember it, so clear. I could never forget.

Viewing all the tweets I could tell that there were still a lot of fans who were still there for us. And cared and supported us. So I decided to give them what they wanted. To show them that I still care and that I haven't forgotten.

I decided to tweet.

"3 years. I haven't forgotten. All the love. H"

And I hit send.

It's been years since I talked to any of the boys. Zayn left us in March of 2015. And we broke up March of 2016. And it's been 3 years.

We all promised to keep in touch after the band broke up, but no one keeps their promises anymore..

We kept in touch for a couple months, then Liam and Sophia got married and had a little boy of their own, Niall went to be closer to his family and Louis got signed full time with the Doncaster Rovers. And Zayn, the last time I checked, was living a very successful solo career. Everything fell apart after everyone moved on with their lives.

And then there was me. Living in LA, barely any friends, no family, working in a bakery like I was 16 again.

I wish I had tried harder to keep the band together because I would do anything to go back to the days when I was spending every other day with my four best friends and the days when I looked forward to going home to the UK for a couple days.

The band called it quits a year after Zayn left. We finished the tour because we felt that was for the best. For us, and for the fans.

But we never forgot about him and there was never a time when we stepped out on stage that we didn't think of him. We tried, but it was never the same after that.