Rebuilding Zerrie

Leeroy

I was going to be interviewed alone. Unless I decline. I covered the mic of the phone and spoke to the boys in a panicked whisper. "He wants me to be interviewed alone!" I didn't even know why we were whispering. They were such loud "whispers" I was sure that passers-by on the other side of the street could hear us clearly.

"Alone?" Niall asked like the voice ringing inside my mine.

"Alone," I echoed.

"Alone?" Zayn repeated as if saying it again and again would change the definition of "alone." It was just making it harder for me.

"Alone!" I echoed, almost yelling un-whisper-like. This was already pissing me off. I swear, if Liam asks I--

"Alone?" Liam questioned in some kind of British valley-girl transgender. Instead of replying the same word again, I smacked him on the side of his head.

"Yes, Leeroy," I called him the gayest name I could think of at that time. "Now what should I do? Should I say no?"

"No!" Zayn and Niall chorused, no longer whispering. The panic in their voices did not help to calm me down. It only made it worse. The fact that Harry Magee might've heard them through the phone was the worst of it all. This was not going to be good.

Covering my hand on the mic of the phone more tightly, I made sure not to hang up. "But won't I get killed if I do the interview all by myself?"

"You'll get killed either way," Zayn shook his head as he lightly scratched his stubble which we all agreed looked better on him. He looked at me, his face solid and his jawline so stern and sharp. He laid his hand on my shoulder and and gave me a look of care. I knew he cared about me, I really did feel it so I knew he wasn't really meaning to endanger me when he said, "You have to do this."

Although I was still afraid, I was confident that Zayn wouldn't force me to do something I didn't want to do if it wasn't for my own good. I nodded, my eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. Slowly lifting the phone to my ear, I silently hoped he had already hung up on me. "Mr. Magee?" I called.

"Yes, Miss Sutherland," he replied. Maybe it was just my ears playing tricks on me but I could've sworn he sounded cheery. "Glad to see you're still here." I let out a sigh of relief that he wasn't mad. "I expect they'll be arriving at your house in about an hour."

"Wait," I stopped breathing for just a second. "They? So you won't be there?"

He sounded like he was going to fall off his seat in laughter. "No, dear," Magee sang soulfully. "I'm here in Scotland dealing with some unfinished business." I squatted on the sidewalk, letting out all the breath that I didn't know I'd been holding in. Thank goodness I wouldn't be meeting Harry Magee. At least, not today, while I'm not ready. "So, you'll be alright?"

I stood up snappily. "Yes, sir," I was actually smiling. "Thank you, Mr. Magee. I'm on my way home right now, sir."

"Excellent," he cheered. "Thank you, Miss Sutherland and good day."

ZAYN'S P.O.V.

Despite the meaning of the word "alone," Niall decided to go with the girl to her house for the interview, just to be safe. I really did hope it would turn out alright for her. She seemed pretty nervous even though she found out she wasn't going to be meeting Harry Magee.

So it was just me and gay Liam once Niall dropped us off at the hotel. That was until we saw Harry inside our hotel room. My immediate thought was, "How did he get in here?" But then I recalled that he never left. Once he entered a few hours ago, crying, we fled out the door, leaving him inside.

At least now he wasn't crying. His eyes were puffy but he was his still his same pants-dropping self. He might've been watching Pride and Prejudice while we were gone but as of then, he had Niall's guitar on his lap and a pen and pad paper strewn out on the edge of the bed in front of him.