Farah's POV:
I opened the front door collapsed onto the couch face down holding in every last tear I had. We had just returned from the funerals of our deceased friends and I was in complete devastation. I felt Zayn's gentle hand on my back.
"You know it's ok to cry." He informed me. As he said that I released all the emotions that I had been holding in for the last couple days. Zayn continued to rub my back as I cried into the pillow. He told me soothing things to try to help me feel better, but I wasn't in any shape at the time to be happy. When I finished almost ten minutes later I sat up with puffy and red eyes.
"Come here." Zayn whispered as I lay my head on his chest for comfort. I was hyperventilating from crying so hard.
"They... they were my... best friends." I managed as another sob racked my body.
"I know." Zayn said, but he didn't know the loss I felt.
*3 Weeks later*
Harry's POV:
The blue notebook sat on the counter staring at me. It's been in that place ever since I got back. I kept it there, untouched and undisturbed. Rosie had asked me to get dinner started while she and Isabel went out to go shopping or something girls do in their spare time. I couldn't bear to be in this house alone so I called Zayn and Farah.
"Are you done with the beef?" I heard Farah call from in the living room.
"Yeah." I said bringing myself back to reality.
"Hurry up, man." Zayn said in a funny accent.
"Well why don't you get in here and help?" I replied jokingly getting the pie out of the oven.
"Because the last time we were in there helping you, you told us to get out of your kitchen!" Liam chimed in. I smiled to myself.
Just then we heard the front door open and close. Isabel and Rosie trotted into the house so I waved at Isabel as she went in to the living room. Rosie entered the kitchen and slapped my butt playfully.
"How's it going Cooking Mama? Isn't so easy cooking for once is it?" she asked while smirking.
"Actually I have created a wonderful dinner. With no help from Mr. and Mrs. Vain over there." I said loud enough for Farah and Zayn to hear from the living room. Farah threw a pillow at me.
"Stop complaining." She called. Rosie smiled up at me.
"How are you doing?" She whispered as I threw the onions into the pan.
"Fine, why do you ask?" She sighed.
"Because you haven't really been yourself lately, it's almost like your pushing all the recent events away and...I guess bottling it up." She replied with a worried tone.
"Rosie, I'm fine and trust me, I'm not bottling anything up. I'm just..." I exhaled not being able to find the words. She grabbed my waist and stood on her toes before pecking my lips.
"If you say so." She whispered before joining the others in the living room.
