Facing the Music

Chapter 1

That was the last time I had ever seen Harry. Sometimes when I miss him, I would look at all the pictures we took together, whether it was at an amusement park or at the beach, I had kept them all in a bin under my bed. I shake the dreadful thoughts of my past away though. I pushed the huge bin of pictures and memories from before Bradford under my bed. I don’t want my adoptive parents to see these. They worry enough about me and my parent’s accident as it is. I grabbed my white bathrobe, hanging behind my door, and entered the bathroom before taking a quick shower. After I got out, I blow-dried my hair and put on a sheer collared blouse with some high-waisted shorts. I grabbed my backpack before heading out for my last day before summer break. As soon as I left the room, I saw my boyfriend waiting for me.

“Hey Zayn!” I screamed as I ran into his arms. He chuckled and wrapped his toned arms around my waist. I giggled. It was like this every morning, even if we had seen each other two hours before.

“Hey Al.” He said as we entwined our hands together.

After a while of silence, he spoke up. “Al, we need to talk. I-um I’m going to audition for the X-Factor.” He said nervously while playing with his hands.

“Oh my god! Really? Your gonna do great babe!” I giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“There is a slight problem though.” With the confused look on my face, he continued. “Auditions are next week.”

That literally broke my heart. Next week was our 5 year anniversary. I frowned and looked down trying to blink back the tears. Next week was something else though, something that he had always been there for, that now he would miss. My parents’ death anniversary. I choked back a sob as I wiped some tears away. Zayn had a worried look on his face.

“I’m not gonna go. I can’t leave you here alone next week.”

“Zayn, your gonna go! You have an amazing voice and you’re going to win this thing and become a celebrity and forget all about me. But you know what? I don’t care. You deserve this. You deserve to go out there and do what you love most in the world. You deserve this and loads more. You have been with me through thick and thin and I’m not gonna forget that just because you miss our anniversary. This is your dream and I say go for it, not matter what I have to risk while you’re out there chasing it.” I say taking a deep intake of breath.

He smiled at me as he lifted me up in a hug. He nuzzled his head into my neck and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

“You know that I love you right?” He said as he put me down.

“You only mention it every second or so of the day.” I laughed.

To think that he wouldn’t be here for my anniversary or my parents’ death anniversary made my heart break. He had been there through every single one. Zayn and I hade met as I had been walking, flowers in hand, to the graveyard. He immediately bombarded me with questions and when my 9-year old self was sure that he wouldn’t leave me alone, I spilled crying on his shoulder the entire time, we became best friends. Finally 4 years later, when we were 13, he asked me out. I gladly said yes and am proud to say in our 5 years, not once have we broken up.

Zayn snapped me out of my thoughts, clapping his hands in front of my face. I hadn’t even noticed that we had gotten to school. We stepped into the ivory white building as a rush of air hit us from above.

The day passed slowly, it was as if it had heard Zayn and I’s conversation and decided to be a bitch about it. I began to over think everything and anything.

What if Zayn leaves with some other girl? What if he makes it through and is forced to break up with me? What if he gets in a car crash on the way there? What if he doesn’t make it into the live shows? He will be heart broken. What if he blames it on me?

As the bell finally sounded I rushed home, without even looking once at Zayn who had been waiting for me outside my class. I got to my bedroom door and just sat there and cried.