Six Years.

Chapter 12

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Hi loves! I hope you're enjoying my fic so far😁 This chapter is a bit sad😭 But, it's part of the life i'm creating for it lol

So enjoy!😌

Love you all!

-Nessie😘💕✌🏽️

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After a really infuriated and confused Harry walked out of the elevator, Louis sighed rubbing at his eyes and looked up at the other three lads. With the fans swarming them and having to deal with the pairs fights, they were all pretty exhausted. So he waved and each and every one of them said their goodnights heading off to bed. But Zayn, he wasn't going to bed, he was entering his room where Simon's been waiting for him for the past hour or so

"Ah, Zayn. Come sit." he bit his lip making his way to sit across from the slightly intimidating man. But Zayn was older now, he knew what he wanted, and what he needed. No one is going to take that away from him. Not even the one who gave it to him. "You know why i'm here. So tell me what's going on." he sighs and links his fingers together

"I'm really sorry Simon, but i've decided to quit One Direction. Not music, just the band. I don't like the structure of music that we've been doing for the past five years, and I just don't feel it anymore. I need out. I'll pay whatever fee and clause i'm breaking in the contract. But I want to do my own thing where my creative point of view matters and counts. So i'm not taking a no for an answer." he stared at him with a stoned face, not showing his nerves. Simon sighs shifting in the leather chair he's sat in with a glass of scotch in his hand

"I had a feeling this was coming. But I didn't think you would ask for it a year before your contract ended. God, I just- I mean, i'm fine with this, I am. I can't force you into anything. But what about the others? And do you even have a plan set out already?" ugh, the boys. They would be devastated and hurt by this. And it hurts him too, of course, but he needs this. It's his dream to do his own music

"I'll let them know once it's confirmed with you. They'll hopefully understand. And if they don't, it's okay. I've had the best four years with them. And yes I do have a plan. I'll be recording with Naughtyboy for a while and then see how that goes." Simon sighs standing up, places the glass on the small table by the couch, and buttons up his coat

"Very well. I'll announce this in a few days. I guess tomorrow is your last concert Zayn. You better be ready to tell the lads. But tell them after the show. Call in the jet when you're ready to go home." without another word, Simon steps out with his guards and Zayn is left staring at the door scared to his bones

"Fuck." he panics and rubs his hands down his face. He needs a cig and someone to talk to, someone who understands him. So he quickly stands to grab his jacket then hurries to Louis and Harry's room knocking furiously on the door. Louis answers right away knowing their knock

"Hey Zayn, what's-"

"Come, I have to talk to you." he grabs his jacket hauling him away and Louis follows reluctantly down the corridor and into his friends hotel room as he drags them there

"Mate, i'm married. Speaking of, my husband is pissed at me and is naked in the shower. I need makeup sex. So why you bringing me to your room?" Zayn sighs sadly and motions for Louis to sit on the couch across him and hands him a beer and cig before sitting himself down as well