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December 2013

*Avery's POV*

I was sitting on my bed watching Christmas movies when my phone started ringing. To into to movie I didn't even look at who it was before answering it.

"Hello, why are you interrupting my Christmas movie?" I ask

"Well that's a nice way to answer your phone," a husky voice says

"Oh Zayn! I'm sorry! I just really love this Christmas movie," I say muting it

"It's okay babe, what movie is it?" He asks

"National Lampoons Christmas Vacation," I say smiling at the weird title

"I've never seen it," he says

"Well you should Netflix it and watch it sometime," I say

"Or you could come open your door and let me in and I can watch it with you," he says

I stand up from my bed and run to my window and look down and see a guy with black hair standing by the front door . I throw my window open and yell down to him "Zayn!"

He looks up and smiles at me "hello my lovely Avery!"

I laugh and just smile down at him.

"I'm coming up move out of the way !" He yells

I give him a weird look but be starts to climb the tree and I watch him slowly progress up the trunk. When he reaches my window I grab his arm and pull him in. He wraps his arms around me and I snuggle my head in his chest and take a deep breath of his wonderful scent.

"So about that movie," he says

I smile and pull out of his arms lead him to my bed and we both sit down on it and I start the movie all the way to the beginning.

*later that day*

"Why don't we let Zayn out the angel on top of the tree this year?" My mom asks handing the angel to Zayn

"Oh no I couldn't ruin the tradition," he says blushing

"Oh no we insist honestly," my dad says smiling at Zayn

I must say I'm impressed at my dad, he approves of Zayn and hasn't tried to talk to him about his intentions.

"Well if you insist, ok," Zayn says climbing onto the step ladder

He reaches out slowly and puts the angel on the tree as I snaps a picture and tweet it. I instantly get retweets and replies but I just ignore them all.

"Avery can I talk to you outside for a minute?" Zayn asks as everybody sits on the couch drinking hot coca

I nod and follow him to the door pulling my coat and stuff on and we walk outside. We walk down the street for a little bit just enjoying each others company and watching the snow fall.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I ask

"Okay well listen I've come to a decision and your not going to like it," he starts

"And what is this decision?" I ask seeing his hesitance

"That I'm going to leave the band," he says straight out no hesitating or anything

"What?! No your not leaving the band, I won't let you," I say stopping in my tracks

"I knew you'd get mad. It's too late I've talked to management about it already, their going to finalize the papers after the holidays," he says

"Do the other boys know?" I ask

"No they don't know yet, I'm going to wait till I get back to England to tell them," he says

"But why quit at all?" I ask

"Because we can't have the kind of relationship we both want if I'm still in the band," he says

"So your just quitting because of me? You can't do that," I say

"I've told you it's to late, no going back. And I'm not doing it just because of you I'm doing it because I want to and this is what I want for us," he says

"What about the fans? They'll hate me," I say

"Why would they hate you?" He asks

"Because they'll think that I made you quit," I say

"Look when the papers are signed releasing me from the band I'll explain to them it was my decision," he says

I just look at him and then turn back and start walking towards the house. He yells after me and I hear his footsteps getting faster,like he's running, and I start running too. When I get to the house I run up to my room and slam the door shut locking it behind me. Downstairs I hear Zayn telling Ocean and my parents his decision to quit the band.

I lay on my bed thinking of what the fans will think

of me when they find out Zayn is quitting, and what the boys will think of me. A tear rolls down my cheek and before I realize it I'm sobbing uncontrollably at the thoughts.