Rebuilding Zerrie

Forget

DAY 21

KLOE'S P.O.V.

"It was her."

"No, it wasn't! Did you see the look on her face?"

"Who else would've done it?"

"Why would she?"

"I can't believe you even trusted her in the first place."

"Why did you even choose to help me? Did you just feel sorry for the girl when we got attacked by the paps but when I first asked you to try to fix me, you left us!"

The sound of Liam and Zayn arguing in the room next to us was not fun. I cringed every time I heard something break and I prayed and prayed that it wasn't a bone or the other's face. Tears started to stream down my face as I latched onto Niall who was holding me, running his fingers through my hair and whispering that everything was alright and that Liam was just upset.

Louis managed to learn how to shut up while he leaned on the wall next to Harry.

"He's not gonna want me to be with you," I cried as I buried my face in Niall's shoulder. "I swear, I didn't do it Niall. I just wanted Zayn to be happy."

Niall pulled me away to get a look at my face. "Kloe," he told me, his voice as soft a a feather. "He's gonna have to pry me with a fucking sledge hammer to get me to stop being with you." I laughed at his honesty. I knew he was being serious although he didn't sound like it. Niall and I knew each other like that. "And he's not gonna have a choice in this matter," Niall said, brushing a tear off from my cheek. "This is for Zayn, after all. You'll still be with us just as long as you're willing to help. If Liam still wants in even if you're here, then that's up to him."

His words had an effect on me like words taken directly from the Bible. They were so uplifting that if he said he tore a baby goat limb from limb and ate its week-old liver, he'd still be able to put me in a good mood. What kept me worried, though, was that Zayn told me it was surely done on purpose. If they had been stolen, they weren't just random people in the concert wanting M&G tickets.

No, these expert pickpockets aimed at us. They didn't want us to go backstage and meet Little Mix. They didn't want Zayn and Perrie back together.

The twins walked in the room as quiet as they could but it wasn't needed. It was their room anyway. Maegan was tailing behind them and clicked the door shut. "Kloe, are you alright now?" She comforted, sitting next to me and resting a hand on my shoulder. "They sound pretty intense in our room and I think they broke my tampon jar."

"That's what you get for storing your feminine needs in a $30 tinted glass container," I scolded her, my eyes still glistening from crying but tears no longer flowing.

"I'd rather not hear about this," Niall covered his ear with his hands. My sister and I giggled in embarrassment.

One of the twins, Summer sighed. "This is so depressing," she commented before going back to her notebook filled with poems and songs. Louis looked up from his seemingly permanent position of staring down the ground like it will give him a sense of closure. He peered in closer at my sister's silly old notebook that's been ripped and tattered just a month after buying it. She's had several ones before that she kept in random places in her bedroom.

"Let me see that," Louis crouched his back to catch a glimpse of Summer's notebook that she so generously let him borrow. She never even let me touch that thing before. "Is this a song?" He asked her as he read it. My sisters nodded, unable to speak directly to Louis. I smiled at myself. We were such fangirls.

It was only after Spring hit her square on the head when she realized she was staring. Summer shook her head to snap out of it. "Or a poem," she added. "Whichever works. I haven't come up with a tune yet so I'm thinking of letting it stay as that." But then Louis started singing what my sister had just written in a tune he just came up with on the spot.