My New Home // h.s. ✔

Chapter 22

RYAN'S P.O.V.

I snapped my eyes open and was face to face with someone's chest. I looked up and saw Harry. His chin and cheeks covered in stubble. His naturally red, plump lips parted slightly, hair wild and every where.

When did he get here?

How did he get here?

I reached up and pushed some of the tiny ringlets from his forehead. I traced his hair line down to his jaw. His eyes opened and his store at me while I sculpted his face. I ran my fingers over his eyebrows and down his noes. My thumb glided over his soft lip and I closed my eyes holding back tears.

"Ryan -"

"Shh..."

I cupped his chin and brought his lips to mine.

"I don't know how I'd live with out you." Harry mumbled against my lips making my heart swell with everyword.

"Me either."

We lay in the bed in each others arms while Harry hummed Pompeii by Bastille to me. He started to sing the lyrics.

I was left to my own devices. Many days fell away with nothing to show.

And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love. Great clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above.

But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before? How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

A knock on the door interrupted Harry's beautiful, angel like voice. The door soon opened and there stood my cousin, and everybody else.

"Niall!" I cheered hopping out the bed.

I ran into his arms and held onto him for a long time, him kissing my head.

"I'm so glad you're safe Ryan, but we've got some bad news." he sighed.

"What is it?" Harry asked now beside me with his arm around my waist.

"They know everything about you two." Niall said.

"What?"

"Yesterday I ran into a room and lit my lighter, it was a shrine. They know all about our relationships. They knew that Liam and Danielle broke up before we did. They had all of us but I'm afraid their main target is you." Zayn said.

"What do you mean?" I asked wrapping my arms around Harry.

"They want you and Harry."

"We canceled the rest of the tour due to dangerous reasons." Louis said. "We go home from here tomorrow night."

"Did you -"

"Yeah, we packed your stuff...well, the girls did. They thought we'd go through your bras. Which we would've." Niall said.

I laughed. We thanked Eli for letting us crash here while he was at work and he said just to lock up when we leave.

"So what did you do the whole time you were here?" Liam asked.

We were all sat on the couch in the living room just sitting.

"Sleep and cry." I answered truthfully.

"Have you eaten? You look extremely thin." Harry said.

"No. I haven't eaten in almost 2 weeks. I guess that 8 days of being in the trunk of someone's car and not eating changed my habits. You can see my ribs through my skin."

I looked over and saw Niall with the phone. "Niall, who are you -"

"Shh...Pizza Hut."

*

I looked around the silent, eerie room and hugged my knees to my chest. I hate the dark...and since I cant sleep that made things worse. Its 12:37. I sighed and got out the bed. I made me a cuppa and sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. I heard loud cries from outside the balcony doors. I tiptoed to the large drapes and opened it to see Zayn sobbing on his hands.

"Zayn..."

He jumped at my voice but shoo'd me off.

"Go. Don't look at me like this." he said.

I closed the door and sat by him on the long chair. I put my mug on the table and opened my arms. He fell into them crying on my shoulder. I didn't bother soothing him. We all know the "its gonna get better" or "it'll be ok" line right? Well, then you know it wont always be alright.

"Ryan...I can take it anymore."

"What is it Zayn?"

"No one cares. No one."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you noticed me lately." I stayed silent. "Exactly. I've been disappearing lately. I've been crying in my room all alone. The hate, the paps, the fame...it hurts. Its not as easy before. Do you know what I am to the fandom now. I'm not the mysterious, nice Zayn Malik. I'm a stoner. That's what they call me. A drugger. A junky." he said tears falling from his beautiful brown eyes. "I've been thinking about this for a while now..."

He took a deep breath and looked at his lap. I grabbed my tea and handed it to him. I rubbed his back while he took a few sips. He sighed aand looked back at me.

"I think its time to end One Direction."

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:O it hurt to write that. Bet you didn't see it coming though

xXxBre