Rebuilding Zerrie

Overanalyze

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so I found out that my mom connected my iPad with hers through iCloud and she saw all my notes, like diary entries and like five parts of my fanfic, so I panicked and deleted everything so sorry if this is crap.

KLOE'S P.O.V.

I decided not to let myself immerse in my own thoughts, not here where everyone can see me slowly die. Not here, in public, where I will look feeble to their eyes. I wanted them to think of me as someone strong and capable of handling whatever came my way. So, I brought up a topic. Any topic. "Do you guys wanna watch a movie?" I asked, "There's a place where we can rent some DVDs nearby."

Niall and Zayn looked at each other. I knew they were concerned about my disposition even if they chose not to mention it. Niall grinned at me, "What movie?" Zayn didn't like the idea of ignoring it completely, judging by the look on his face, and I didn't know why. Maybe it was because he felt somewhat responsible? I would never know for sure.

Shrugging, I replied with a question, something that I was sure everybody hated. "What kind of movies do you like watching?" It didn't matter if they wanted to watch porn. Just something to break the silence, to keep us distracted from thinking about something that we didn't have to deal with.

"Anyone in the mood for a Marvel movie?" Zayn chimed in, forming a smile. I had no way in reading if it was real or not but I didn't try to figure it out. For once, I didn't want to over analyze anything that probably meant nothing.

I perked up, not in anymore in a way to distract myself but in a way that I was genuinely happy. "I love Marvel!" I exclaimed. It was true. I was the normal type of girl before Marvel ruined my life. A dedicated fangirl who dressed averagely and was always up for a good weepy romance two-hour long movie. That was until I read my brothers' old comic books. "Who's your favorite Avenger?" I asked them.

Harry seemed like he wanted to be in on this one. "Iron Man," he said as if it were a fact we should know about him, "He's more than just a suit. Tony Stark is a billionaire and a genius. He'd whip all your asses with or without the suit, for sure."

My laughter was uncontainable. I was literally rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off. Harry looked annoyed while the others just looked weirded out. I sat up back in my ass and slowed down my heartbeat. "That is so wrong in so many levels," I shook my head, still giggling.

He crossed his arms. "Really?"

I nodded.

"Then who's your favorite?" He challenged me. The hours passed by as we just talked to each other, laughing and sharing experiences and opinions. We weren't able to rent a movie but we didn't need to. We had our own entertainment in each other. That was all we really needed for a distraction: happiness.

Niall's phone went off again and as his ringtone played, we smiled at each other really big and flashbacked to the first time we ever spoke to each other. "River running free," we belted, "You know how I feel. Blossom in the tree, you know how I feel. It's a new dawn. It's a new day. It's a new life for me and I'm feeling gooooooood."

We laughed hard, forgetting all the problems in the world. My gaze brushed on the clock, which indicated that it was already time for dinner. I told Harry, who called room service to have some ordered. After he hung up the phone, he looked at me. "I wish they had steak."

"I wish you had alopecia," I said jokingly although there was a bit of truth beyond the sarcasticness.

It started to rain, completely out of nowhere. The weather certainly was strange in Las Vegas. I looked over at Niall to tell him how weird it was for it to be so sunny then completely gloomy in a span of three seconds, but he was too busy staring intently at the screen of his phone. I didn't know whether it was a picture or a text or someone calling or if he was just deciding which of his pictures will become his wallpaper, but he told us he needed to go.

It sounded urgent, so we bombarded him with questions. But he fled the room without another word said. It must have been something really important for him to leave before dinner arrived, which was, according to the looks on Harry's and Zayn's faces, unlike him.

"What was that about?" I asked them, but Zayn just shrugged. "Well, one of you has to take me home," I said.

"Bye," was the only thing Harry said before leaving as well. Zayn sighed. It was up to him then. He called up the room service to cancel the order and happily took me down the elevator with him. As we slowly went down, stopping by a few floors before we got to the ground, he told me that he wasn't going to be staying at the hotel for long.

There were too many memories.

He was going to move in with Niall, as planned briefly before. A few rooms down was Harry's room and two floors up were Liam's and Louis'. That was better, I thought, that they were all going to be together.

We took a cab to Henderson. All the while, I told him stories, like when we saved a dog from the pound about two years ago. My sisters and I were so happy to be getting a dog for the first time. We named him Zayn. About three months ago, Zayn got hit by a truck.

It was funny telling him then but a couple months ago, we were devastated!

He told me about his childhood and how he only had a few friends in high school because everybody judged him by his religion. He told me about the time he looked at Perrie's eyes. Like really looked at them. She looked like a doll that he wanted to hold when he was scared and he never wanted to let go.

I turned to him with eyes of disbelief. Was this creature sitting before me even real or was he a mere figure of my imagination? On impulse, I grabbed his arm which startled him a bit but he never uttered a word. I was holding on to him. He was real.

Was it even possible to feel as if you've known somebody for so long but in reality, you've only known each other for a couple of days? Was it possible to fall for someone's words that weren't even meant for you? Was it possible that the kiss meant something to him to?

The truth is, we never really know what's impossible and what's not unless we experience it ourselves and, based on what had just happened, I had already known the answer to the first two questions.

When we arrived, I didn't have to tell him anything. He jumped out of the car and ran to my side to open the door. Such a simple gesture, but it meant a lot to me. The rain was creating such a ruckus. It was strong but we had no umbrellas to keep us from getting drenched. Not even a hoodie.

Zayn reached for my arm and wrapped it around his neck. I was quite alarmed by this gesture and he sensed it too. He yelled, trying to make his voice audible in the rain. "So you won't fall!"

Too late.