Back for You- A Zayn Malik Fanfic

Back for You- A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Chapter 13:

Today's the day.

I really shouldn't be thinking this, but dang Zayn looks good in a suit.

C'mon Kaylee it's a funeral and he's upset-think about how he's feeling.

but like D A N G HE LOOKS GOOD

All 9 of us were in a group message.

"Hey man, it'll be okay. We'll get though this together. Xx"- Harry

"We love you!!"-Mandie

"Stay string mate!"-Louis

Etc.

I texted just Zayn.

"You okay?"

He looked at me and half smiled. Normally I practically fainted at his half smile. But it was sad and defeated looking.

"I'll be fine."

"Zayn, are you okay RIGHT NOW though?" I asked him.

He wrapped me in a hug and kissed my forehead.

"I am now."

I looked up at him and he half smiled and this time it was the one that made me just about drop to the floor.

"I'm here for you. Promise."

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After the funeral, we had to fly straight to the American leg of the tour. Boston. It had been a while since the bombing, but Boston string signs and posters were everywhere.

Zayn had rehearsal, which I normally didn't go to (he needed just bro time) so I was about to head back to the bus to talk to the girls, but I heard Zayn say my name.

"Can you stay?" His voice cracked. He had been fine the whole plane here.

"Of course."

"I'm sorry, I know you wanna see your friends..."

"It's fine, I can see them later. They're coming to the concert."

"Really?"

"Duhhhhh!"

I sat in the highest row. He found me. The whole time, he stared at me. And even that far away, I could see his perfect brown eyes locking with mine.

I was worried for this concert. Not that he would sound good, because he would, but that he'd sound good enough for himself, and have a good enough time that he didn't feel like he let his fans down. I don't think he could've handled that on top of all this.

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Lets just say that was one of the best concerts they've ever done. I'm a singer. So even with one direction, I'm a critic. If its flat, I know it. They weren't. It was perfect. Just what Zayn needed.

When we got back to the bus, I finally got to see my girls again. (As if we didn't have a group message going or anything)

"How is he? Really."

"He's okay. He's doing much better than a week ago. He'll be okay."

"That's great!!"

We were all so tired that once we were all in pajamas and ready for bed, we were all fast asleep.