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Chapter Twelve: Thirty Missed Calls

*IMPORTANT* Heey guise!!! Miss me?! I missed you guise! :D lol anyway I'm sorry about how rushed it is...like everything happening really fast and it's not even her bday yet :P I wasn't think straight-wait I never think striaght-anyway I'll slow it down or make it seem like its been longer periods of times (:

Peace out!

-Bellena xoxo

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Chapter Twelve:

-Recap-

  Just then there was a knock at my door.

  "Come in," I called staring at the ceiling. The door opened and in walked all five boys looking upset.  I sat up my heart pounding. "What's going on?" I asked.

  "Zyla . . . " said Liam. "What?" I said again.

  "It''s about your Mum."

-Recap-

  "What about her?" I asked trying to keep my voice even.

  Liam just watched me his eyes watery.

  I could feel the tears threatening to come. "No," I muttered, "no this isn't real." I grabbed my phone. This is just a joke, Just some sick joke.

  I dialed her number. She was going to pick up. She had to.

  "Mum!" I screamed crying hysterically. "Mum pick up! Mum! Pick up the phone! Pick it up!"

  "Zyla," whispered a voice-Harry-engulfing me in a hug. I didn't resist as I cried. Wishing this was nightmare. Hoping this was a nightmare. Praying this was a nightmare.

  "This is all your fault!" I screeched at Liam wrenching myself out of Harry's grip. ''What?!" cried Liam dumb struck. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't left she NEVER would've started smoking again! This is ALL because of you!" I screamed at him. 

  There was nothing to throw at him-nothing except my phone. "This is all your fault!" I yelled again chucking my phone at him. As hard as I could. 

  "Zyla!" cried Harry as I fought against him. Finally I gave up and collapsed in Harry's arms. He said nothing as I cried. 

*Two Days Later*

**Zayn's POV**

  Harry had just come downstairs from Zyla's room. 'How is she?" asked Louis who was curled up in the couch. Harry shrugged, 'Same. She won't come down, says she doesn't feel well." Niall sighed, "Do you think she'll be ok?" 

  "After awhile," I said, "but what would you expect her mum just died-and it seemed like they were really close." The other lads murmered agreement. 

  Just then there was a knock at the door. "I got it," I said standing up.

  "Christy?" I said surprised. "Zayn," said Christy. "What are you doing here?" asked Harry the rest of the boys joining me. "Zyla hasn't answered any of my texts or calls," Christy replied pushing past us. "And before her old phone broke she never went thi long without texting to at least explain why she couldn't talk." Christy set her bag down. 

  "Christy her mum died," Harry blurted out. "What?" said her Christy in disbelief. "Oh my gods. Oh my gods no." Christy looked down blinking rapidly. Quickly she hurried up the stairs leaving us standing there.

**Christy's POV**

  Quietly I opened the door and walked in.

  Zyla was curled up on her bed, her head in her lap. Sighing I approached her bed. "Zyla?" I asked. Zyla lifted her head, "Christy?" she sniffed, "What are you doing here?" I sat down next to her, "You werren't ansering your phone," I explained, "and that's not like you-so i figured something must be wrong."