Rebuilding Zerrie

Yesterday's Events

AUTHOUR'S NOTE: Sorry it took me so long to update. My bunny, Cameron (named after Cameron Mitchell), died recently and I was kind of messed up for a while. Anyways, yeah. I'm fine now.

KLOE'S P.O.V.
(The day before)

My sister was screaming.

Well, one of them, at least.

It wasn't the absence of the scent of rain after another night of thunder storms along the coast of Las Vegas. It wasn't the musk of humidity thickening my surroundings making of difficult for me to breathe either. There was something different about that morning when I awoke. And something told me that the high-pitched shrieking played a significant part of it.

"What the hell, Maegan?" I groaned, tasting the garbage that was the flavour of my breath. I gagged.

She jumped down from the higher part of our bunk beds, iPhone in hand. She was gripping it hard. So hard, I was afraid it might shatter to pieces from her tight grip. "Guess where One Direction will be staying before leaving for their Take Me Home Tour?"

"Where?" I jolted awake.

She had me at One Direction.

"Right here, in Las Vegas!" she screamed into my ear.

I sprinted out of my bed and squealed with my older sister. Her jet black hair was obstructing my view of our room filled with endless posters of (you guessed it) One Direction.

We stopped mid happy-jump when our mother dearest called us for breakfast.

"Daddy," I called out for him, taking my place on the kitchen table. "Can Maegan and I go out tonight?"

His eyebrow raised, "Where to?"

"Clubbing," Maegan answered, "We'll be home by 1, we promise."

My parents widened their eyes, "Clubbing?" I know it's not really surprising that a seventeen year old and her nineteen year old sister would go partying at some club, but my sisters and I are not normal. We were all introverts, meaning we prefer staying at home, cocooned in our own personal space, avoiding the rest of the world.

"We won't lose our virginities," I assured them, "Trust me. It sounds way too disgusting. Besides, I'm only seventeen. I got lots of time to look for the right guy."

"And we swear we won't go into mysterious white vans where they offer us candy that we are inclined to accept," Maegan teased our mum, "Even though I'm already legal."

My dad tilted his head, "Come to think of it, you are legal. I forget sometimes, seeing that YOU'RE NOT YET IN COLLEGE," emphasizing the fact that none of my sisters have graduated high school, "So I guess we can trust you."

Summer, another one of my older sisters, gave us a dirty look, "Is this another one of your attempts to meet 1D?"

Maegan and I exchanged looks.

Don't get me wrong, I love all my siblings, but Maegan was my sister that I did everything with. Being only older by two years, Maegan was the more mature and experienced one. She had a way with boys despite her shyness towards them. She was able to snag every boy she liked, except for five boys she's waited three years for.

We had exactly 186 attempts to meet One Direction, none of them actually being successful. Every time, we would start ecstatic and hopeful but we always end up wrecked and torn, saying 'Maybe next time.' But I had a feeling, and I knew she had it too, that this would finally be the time we would come home contented and proud.

"I can't blame them," my mom shrugged, "I did everything I could to meet Duran Duran."

"Duran Duran," my dad spat in disgust and jealousy, "What's so good about John Taylor?"

"He's hot!" she cried out, "But I'm 1d af now."

"Well, you shouldn't be," he concluded, "Because Harry looks better in a beanie than I do."

Our eldest sibling and only brother steps in, "If anyone lays a finger on you, tell me."

"I met this guy online who draws really well using charcoal," Spring, Summer's twin blurted out of nowhere.

These were normal Friday mornings for the Sutherland family. Maegan, Summer, me and my mom giddying over One Direction, my brother looking out for his younger sisters, my dad trying to be like any of the five guys the ladies of his family swoon over and Spring saying something completely out of topic. It was crazy.

It may seem pretty lame, but just as long as I was with my family and that I knew One Direction was in all of our minds, bodies and spirits, I was happy.

ZAYN'S P.O.V.

We listened quietly to the running of the engine and unwittingly leaned on each other as the van sped up to my hotel room. It seemed empty without Louis and Liam. They must have taken a cab to their own hotels. I decided to tear my sight away from my thumbs waging a war with each other to see how the others were doing.

It was weird how both Niall and Harry were both so interested in the girl. They were staring intently at her but she kept her eyes locked outside as her house turned smaller and smaller as we drove further away from it. My guess was that she didn't go out much. She seemed really close with her gigantic family and they seemed contented with each other.

When she shivered, that was when I realized she was still wearing her pyjamas and her thin shirt did a terrible job in keeping her warm. Niall must have noticed it as well because of his assessment to her problem. "Sorry we pulled you out so early." It was an unnecessary apology from him. It was me who should have been apologizing, but I kept my mouth shut and locked. "You didn't even get to change."

She smirked and shrugged a shoulder. "It's fine," she said, although she sounded the opposite. "My breath smells really good when I just wake up." Her voice sounded playful. I wondered if it was sincere. I wondered if she really was okay with us forcing her to help me. I wondered if she had anything to lose by doing this.

I wondered, I wondered, I wondered.

We gathered around the living room, Harry sitting on the couch and Niall and the girl positioned next to each other on the carpet, facing him. I rummaged through the closet for something she could wear when I found a pair of trousers Perrie left behind. They were used but still fine. It still had the scent of her Eu de Chloe perfume as if she poured the entire bottle on it.

Unfortunately, there wasn't any wearable top for her to use, so I grabbed one of mine. I stalked back to them and tossed the clothes to her. She wasn't able to catch them before they smacked right on her face. I finally opened my mouth to speak. "Bathroom's by closet. You can change there. Take them to the cleaners when you're done," I tried to say in the nicest way possible, but it didn't come out quite right.

I think she muttered out a "thanks" before swiftly padding to the loo with her back crouched. Niall and Harry gave me a look as if I were doing something wrong. I crumpled my forehead at them. "What?" I asked in an unkindly tone I regretted right after. I softened my voice, just for Niall. "What did I do?"

"If you really want her to help," Harry offered as he patted the seat next to him on the sofa, "You gotta be nice to her. She wouldn't want some grumpy chap bugging her like Uncle Simon when he hasn't drunk his morning coffee." I sat beside him as Niall agreed.

"What you need is something to cheer you up," Niall nodded with a grin. "Like talking about that lass who puked on Harry!" He almost didn't finish his sentence from laughter. It was almost as if her couldn't breathe. Harry and I, on the other hand, were unfazed. It was only until Niall died down his laughter when Harry jolted in realization.

"I got it!" His eyes were wide as he told us. "That girl." Harry pointed to the lav. "Kloe Sutherland." His voice was getting louder in excitement. "She's the girl who vomited on me!" He exhaled a laugh. "That's her!" Harry looked at Niall.

"So," Niall couldn't contain his laughter as he spoke to Harry, "You're telling us that the girl behind that door owned the body fluids that were on your skin last night?" Harry nodded before they lay down on the floor, holding their stomachs. I joined them. It felt good to laugh, to release everything that I was feeling.