Sweet Cheat (Ziam fanfic)

Once upon a time at Mc Donald's [21]

"you only need the light
when it's burning low
Only miss the sun
when it starts to snow
Only know you love her
when you let her go"

Let her go- Passenger

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Later that night, Zayn was asked and then threatened on to go on stage at the hall.

"You're this close to getting fired! Don't fuck this up!" His manager had said through gritted teeth and had walked away.

He found his way to where his mic was. He skipped to the other side of the stage and stood in the corner, in the shadows, as if hiding from the audience.

" I'm alright...Yeah" . He just needed a minute. Its just one song after all. Zayn told himself.

Then he felt himself move to the warmth of the icy spotlight again, fighting to keep his balance as he grabbed on to the mic.

Then the beat of his song started. The drums banging the tune straight into his ear drums. His heart beat so fast, as if at two hundred beats per minute. He could see the crowd in silhouette, thier phones sticking up like fluorescent eyes.

What was he really doing?

The song's catchy beat went on. He remembered- it was his song.

But he let the music play on.

Out there in the crowd, was Liam, the man who walked away.

It was over.

Zayn's body was there but his mind was everywhere at once.

" He has taken everything. Yea, that's why I feel so empty right now. He emptied it. The love, the ideas, the future...Now he just sits in the crowd like..like nothing's wrong."

Zayn moved his lips near the mic. He stopped cold. He felt like he was in a dream and wanted to scream but he couldn't make any noise.

He tried again to make a sound. But his voice had become a dim sound. Gone was the beautiful soaring voice.

He coughed a little and just stood there dumbfounded looking sadly at the crowd.

"Give us our money back if you're not going to sing." Someone with shouted.

" Look at him. He is totally shitfaced" another pointed.

He didn't look away as the lights burnt his eyes.

"He was just satisfying his ego. No...He couldn't have loved me. My prize for giving him my all. Can't stand the thought. Why am I here? They want me to sing when I'm miserable?"

Someone started booing. First it was one or two. Then it was almost everyone in the hall, till it was the most appalling noise.

He felt so angry at everything around him. The judgmental faces, the glaring lights. He scowled at the crowed.

"They all came here to see me suffer."

Everything had happened like a movie on fast forward.

He took the mic with so much force that the knuckles of his grip turned white. With a face he let out a piercing shout, of terror and hurt, that resounded through the sound system and echoed in the cavernous atrium.

"Aaaargh!"

He screamed till he ran out of breath.

His legs gave way...