Rebuilding Zerrie

Worth

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this took so long. I was starting to think I didn't have any readers so I stopped but then I found out that THIS STORY REACHED 1000 READS HOLY CRAP. Thanks to everyone who've read this far and my sisters and friend (Ehem, Kacy Horan) for promoting. :D love lots. :*

ZAYN'S P.O.V.

Not a word a spoken as the time passed after we told Louis and her brother about what Harry had done to the girl. Although nobody spoke, we all knew what the other was feeling. It was painful to feel vicariously through the others, Kiefer most especially. The tension in the silence was already too thick to defuse, much more when Harry entered the room, soaking wet.

All eyes pointed at him but he kept his head down, staring at the floor and allowing all the rainwater to drip on the carpet. I could hear him sobbing. I could hear him trying to hide his sobbing. It wasn't working.

I heard the sound of a chair knocking down. My first thought was Kiefer, standing up to leave, unable to contain himself if he had to stare at Harry for another second, but I was surprised to see Louis walking slowly to Harry who stood right next to the hotel room door. With one single swing of his fist on the jaw, Harry was knocked down on the ground.

"Louis!" Niall shouted, getting up from his chair.

He didn't listen. With all the fury in the world, Lou grabbed Harry by his curly locks and threatened to jab on his face again but Kiefer stopped him, Louis' fist still in midair. "Louis, stop," the girl's brother warned, his voice surprisingly calm and composed. "He's not worth--"

"Don't tell me that he not worth it," he interrupted, tugging harder on Harry's hair as he tightened his fist. Harry didn't show a hint of anger towards Louis or physical pain from the stretch of his scalp and the swell on his cheek. "He broke your sister's heart. She's only got one of those. I could break his bones." Lou released his grip on Harry's hair and his face fell to the floor with a loud thud. "He's got 206."

DAY 14

KLOE'S P.O.V.

They seemed dumbfounded to see me working perfectly fine on our way to the studio. Zayn was flabbergasted that I even went. I guess he figured that I would crumble, that I would break down and spend my youthful days in my pajamas, eating ice cream as I watched Pride and Prejudice until I had it carved into my brain word for word.

Well, guess what, Zayn? I already memorized it.

And I made a promise that I would help Zayn get Perrie back and I was gonna keep it. I wasn't going to let some measly 70s star wannabe get in my way or tear me apart. It wasn't fair for Zayn or for the other boys. Speaking of the curly douchebag, he was missing. I didn't bother asking because then it would seem like I cared.

Which I did but I didn't want them to know that I still did. "Hey, Kloe," Niall prated. "I visited your sisters at St. Luke's yesterday." He caught my full attention. Why didn't he tell me? "Spring's doing really great. Not so sure about the other one, though. The one in Intensive Care." He went chattering on, only giving me a few pauses to say something and it was clear why.

Niall knew me well enough that I'd eventually want to talk about you-know-who. He figured that if my mind was occupied, I wouldn't have any chances of thinking about him. I was in eternal gratitude to that lad and have no choice but to be indebted to him 'till death.

While they were at their interview, my brother scanned through files and files of One Direction's papers, tempestuously highlighting and taking notes on a small pad he kept in his pocket. HisMeanwhile, I popped in my earphones to shut out the world, muffling the sound of the clapping of the thunderstorm that was even harder than yesterday and concentrate on finding connections for the guys to get into Club Hopeless on time.