Who Do You Think You Are

Chapter 28a - What about all the things we said

Zayn’s P.O.V.

Sitting in the hallway, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Stacy. She was in such a critical state, and we were the only ones here for her. I cringed to think what would’ve happened if we weren’t around. I knew that if that was meh, my entire fam’leh would have been at the hospital by now. They would have been panicking, rushing t my bedside, even if the doctors said that they couldn’t; they wouldn’t care. Stacy didn’t speak about her family very often, but I remember the first time that she did. We were doing a show in Portsmouth and she had a charity event in the same town the next evening. So she came to the show that night and hung out with us afterward. I was feelin a little sorry feh myself ‘cause I hadn’t seen my fam’leh in a while. She probableh noticed that I was really quiet so she came up and sat next t me.

“Is the world-famous Zayn Malik feelin a little under the weather?”

I smiled, but didn’t look up.

“What, so now you’re gunna ignore me?”

I laughed at that. “I’m jus a little bit homesick, that’s all. I haven’t seen my fam’leh in a very long time.”

“Well you’ll get to see them soon. There’s only like two weeks before you guys get to go home, right?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I admitted.

“At least you have a family to go home to,” she said under her breath.

I looked up at her, surprised.

“Havin a hard time with the folks?” I asked, trying to imagine Stacy actually fighting with someone.

“My parents are dead.” She said it in a low and quiet tone, and it sent chills through my body.

Stacy’s P.O.V.

 

It was like déjà-vu. We were watching the Match of the Week. It had been a Manchester derby two nights ago - a controversial one as always. Though it was a lively match and there were a number of goals scored that night, the outcome was disappointing - they had tied at three a piece. Now, watching the highlights with the lads, the energy was revived. We argued about the best goal of the evening. I had no doubt that it was Fabio's goal in the 47th minute. Louis agreed, while Harry said that Vincent Company showed more skill. I immediately objected, though I had a feeling that Harry had said that just to contradict Louis. Niall spoke about Cleverly's 87th minute masterpiece and Zayn and I chimed in. Niall was obviously happy to have us backing his statement. Liam drew our attention to Khun's goal at the start of the second half, and no one could dispute his skill. Harry used the opportunity to aggravate Louis once again by blaming it on United's defense. "Ahh, c'mon there was no way that De Gea could've made that save," I reacted, just as Louis snapped, "Yeah, as if you could do any better."

Harry acted offended and we all turned to the telli to realize that we had missed the t.v. host's final verdict. I looked around at the guys and just smiled to myself. 'They get me,' I thought. Hannah would die a thousand deaths before watching something like this. And even when I started speaking about football, she would be so lost that I'd give up trying to explain.