Rebuilding Zerrie

Heads or Tails

KLOE’S P.O.V.

The door was slammed in front of me. I heard Harry lock the doorknob, along with the chain. I didn’t bother to check. As I stood there, listening to them talk to each other as if I couldn’t heard them through the door, I thought to myself whether I should stay or go without having either of them argue about the decision that was essentially mine to make.

I pressed my back onto the wall and slid down ‘till my ass was on the ground. The people passing by were looking at me as if I were a homeless person or else another crazed fan waiting outside the door for the one and only Zayn Malik to come out. They had no right to judge because they didn’t understand half of what I was going through.

My eyes were closed as I listened to Harry and Niall fight. Harry’s voice was much louder. Zayn didn’t seem to be participating in any sort of way which I didn’t know was a good thing or a bad thing. He couldn’t go out of his way to defend me yet he wasn’t begging for me to be out of his life either. In some way, this was worse than having him take sides because I wouldn’t know whether to like him or not.

“She’s nothing but trouble!” Harry yelled. I flinched at the last word. The tears in my eye sockets threatened to come out. Just before the first tear fell, a couple of teenage girls passed by around my age or younger. They were laughing and gossiping and singing like normal friends. I didn’t have any of those. I overheard the song they were singing together.

“Let’s be something new and unpredictable,” they sang in chorus. I vaguely knew that song by 5 Seconds of Summer. I found out about them through Louis Tomlinson’s tweet. I always thought they were pretty good but this particular song got me thinking… Even if it is for a girl, maybe it could mean something more.

Wreck the plans we had before.

With every inch of my body, I was sure they’d expect I’d be gone by then because of how weak I was once Zayn pushed me away or how I crumbled to pieces the night before with my running mascara. It was only the morning after when I found out they made a waterproof kind of those. I wanted them to think different of me, to see someone who wasn’t that poor hopeless girl who destroyed everything just like that.

I knew the only way I could do that was by doing something unpredictable. I shoved my hands in all four pockets, looking for something. A sign for me to go for it. The universe telling me to go with my gut. That was when I felt it. A coin in the back pocket. It was unfamiliar. I figured it was European money.

So, that settled it. I was going to flip a coin to decide my fate. I agreed on heads for breaking down in tears and leaving, tails for sucking it up and staying. I tossed the coin up in the air but failed to catch it. I was a terrible catcher. No wonder I didn’t do any sports. The coin went rolling down the hall, so I followed it with my back crouched and my neck in a stiff, awkward position.

Finally, the coin settled down and lay flat on the ground. I narrowed my eyes to get it in focus and got on my hands and knees to get a closer look. It was tails. I laughed at myself as I picked up the coin. That was probably one of the best things that happened that day. For once, something went my way.

ZAYN’S P.O.V.

Niall seemed to be trying so hard as for her to stay. Harry, on the other hand, had a deep longing for her to leave. I didn’t know what was going on between these two but I decided to go Switzerland and take neither side as I watched them argue. The girl was still outside of the hotel room. Harry slammed the door at her face and double locked it.

“Do you remember what happened last night?” Harry asked Niall. They were almost yelling at each other. Even though I couldn’t see her, I knew the girl could hear them if she hadn’t already left. I didn’t know whether I wanted her to or not.

Niall rolled his eyes. “She puked on you. So what?” His face was turning red from anger. “You sound like an eight-year-old girl who cries when she trips on a pebble.” Even though it was barely nighttime, I could easily tell that that was the worst day of my life. Perrie left me, Louis and Liam ditched us, Harry and Niall are fighting like this girl had nothing to do with me when, in fact, she had everything to do with me.

The veins on Harry’s neck were visible. “It’s not about that!” He yelled, spit flying in every direction. “She knew about Perrie but she still chose to destroy it! You call her a fan, I call her a traitor!” They were cursing so profusely at each other in between words, I couldn’t even fathom how many in a single sentence.

“But she’s trying to make up for it!” Niall argued back. “Can’t you see how hard she’s trying?” Finally, he was able to breathe and relax his shoulders, releasing the tension. The paleness of his face began to kick in again. “We can’t do this without her.” He turned to me for the first time since he started the talk. “And you know that.”

Harry turned to me as well. There was so much pressure on me, I panicked. I wasn’t good at making big decisions at all, so I made an impulse solution. “Let’s flip for it,” I blurted out. After I said it, I regretted it immediately. Coin flipping was never a good way to make choices but I reached in for a quarter from my pocket.

“I get heads,” they both said quickly and glared at each other right after. I shook my head. “No,” I told them, “I’m choosing. And I’m not telling you which is which in order for you two not to kill each other while the coin is still midair.” Although they hated what I had just told them, they sceptically nodded anyway.

“Okay,” I was surprised they agreed so easily. Heads for her to stay, tails for her to leave. I positioned the coin on my thumb and flipped it. As I watched it flip and flip and flip in the air, I suddenly hoped for it to go on one particular side. I caught it and slapped it on the back of my other hand.

Tails.