Rock Me (A Zayn Malik/One Direction Story) 4

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I pulled on a dress and some combat boots, cutting some flowers from the garden when Zayn came down, ready to go. We walked in silence, comfortable enough with each other not to need to say anything. I slipped my hand into his as we walked closer, needing the comfort of human contact.

“Hey mom.” I said softly, laying the roses I had cut down on her grave. “This is Zayn. He’s part of a boy band that is staying with us. Simon has determined it would be a good move. They’re good for us.”

“Hi. You’d be proud of Rain, she’s grown up well. She is a fantastic writer.” Zayn said, causing my heart to swell with love and gratitude that he so easily could talk to my mother’s grave. We sat together silently until the sun was fully up before I got up and we walked back together.

“We would have gone with you.” Becs called, bouncing out to us as we got closer to the house.

“It’s fine, Zayn was there.” I smiled gratefully up at him.

“Just didn’t want you to go alone. We have to get writing, but we are so going clubbing tonight!” Hails squealed, pulling me upstairs to work on our next album. I just laughed and let her drag me up stairs to practice the last few songs we were considering for our new album. We were going to fly to New York in a week to record.

“Okay last one before we go pick up Louis’ girl and buy ourselves pretty things to wear tonight.” Becs said, jumping around as the boys laughed at us. “Hey, ya’ll are coming with us!” The boys all groaned realizing they had no escape.

We Are Broken By Paramore-All Rights to the wonderful Paramore.

I am outside

And I've been waiting for the sun

With my wide eyes

I've seen worlds that don't belong

My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize

Tell me why we live like this

Keep me safe inside

Your arms like towers

Tower over me

Yeah

'Cause we are broken

What must we do to restore

Our innocence

And oh, the promise we adored

Give us life again

'Cause we just wanna be whole

Lock the doors

Cause I'd like to capture this voice

That came to me tonight

So everyone will have a choice

And under red lights

I'll show myself it wasn't forged

We're at war

We live like this

Keep me safe inside

Your arms like towers

Tower over me

'Cause we are broken

What must we do to restore

Our innocence

And oh, the promise we adored

Give us life again

'Cause we just wanna be whole

Tower over me

Tower over me

And I'll take the truth at any cost

'Cause we are broken

What must we do to restore

Our innocence

And oh, the promise we adored

Give us life again

'Cause we just wanna be whole

     I finished the last note before moving to wipe away the tears that had some how started dripping down my face. Becs cheered and dragged me off to the bathroom, shoving me in and telling me to shower and wear something I wouldn’t mind being attacked by photographers wearing. I laughed and followed her instructions. Soon we all dog piled into the van the boys had rented, opting to just sit on each other rather than take separate cars. We were mobbed at the airport, and signed as many autographs as we could before Louis spotted Eleanor and dragged us off to meet her.

     “Hello! I’ve heard so much about you all!” Eleanor laughed, getting pulled into a group hug by all of us girls, leaving the boys out of the loop; not long after the boys decided to get in on the action and we were crushed in the middle. “Becs, Hails, and Rain-Happy Birthday-, right?” She asked, pointing us all out.

     “You’re good, thanks! Now I’m wondering exactly what Lou told you about us…” I said, glaring at the older boy who started whistling and looking around innocently.

     “We thought we’d head straight to the mall, get pampered, buy clothes, then get ready and stuff our faces at the hotel we’re staying at for the night.” Hails said, smiling at Eleanor.

     “If you’d rather we can swing by the house and let you get settled instead and we can leave from there while you relax.” Becs smiled.

     “Nothing is more relaxing than getting hair and nails done and emptying my bank account, lets go! I can sleep later.” Eleanor cheered.

     “That’s what we like to hear!” I yelped, grabbing El’s bags and skipping off to the van, grabbing Niall’s arm and yanking him away from where he was drooling over the airport’s McDonalds. “I’ll buy you food at the mall Nialler.”

     “Yessssss food court!” Niall quipped, scampering after me so I didn’t dislocate his arm.

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