What happens on the tour bus. Stays on the tour bus (Ziall, Larry and Lilou)

You and I

(Zayn's POV)

I'm sitting in a hospital. The walls are crimson, like dried blood. I'm the only one in the waiting room, it's dead silent. I see someone in one of the rooms across from me. I stand up unsurely and walk towards it. As I get closer I hear a faint crying and a few whimpers. I grab onto the blood spattered white curtain and draw it back.

" No!" I scream as I hit the ground. In the bed was the woman and her baby. They were blood covered and bruised everywhere. I started screaming

" NO! NO! I'm so sorry... I-I'm s-sorry." I put my hands over my face and cry harder.

" I'm a bloody monster!"

(Niall's POV)

" Zayn! Zayn wake up!" I yell loudly and shake the crying trembling boy sleeping in the bunk beside me.

" ZAYN!" I yell at the top of my lungs. He shoots up out of his bed still crying. There is sweat dripping down his face and bare chest. I've never seen his so terrified. He looks over at me and looks into my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes look right through me.

" I-I'm sorry." He says looking at me. He looks as if he's done something wrong.

" Zayn. Why are you saying sorry, you didn't do anything." I put my hands on his shoulders and connect my eyes with his, assuring him that everything is fine. He just nods and looks away.

" Come on, let's get you some breakfast now." I say softly and guide him out of his bed.

I sit him down on the couch, turn on the telly and start making him breakfast. Every once and a while the bus comes to a stop or hits a bump, making Zayn jump. He's acting weird, I wonder what his dream was about.

I bring him over a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. I hand him the cereal and set the orange juice on the table next to him. He has been staring at the telly ever since I turned it on, it's like he's not even here. He starts spooning the cereal into his mouth, still refusing to pry his eyes off of the screen. I'm just sitting here looking at him trying to brainstorm ideas of what he may have been having a nightmare about. We sat there in silence until he put his empty bowl down on the table and picked up his orange juice.

" Do you wanna tell me what that was all about?" I say, looking at the telly. He's silent. I look over at him.

" What's been up with you lately?" I shift my body towards him, showing him that I'm trying to engage a conversation. He just shrugs and looks down at his hands, folded on this lap.

" Come on. It can't be that bad. It's not like you killed someone." I say with a little chuckle. As soon as I say that, he jumps off the couch and sprints towards the loo. He slams the door shut and I start to hear weird noises. Is he throwing up? Maybe he's sick and that's why he's been sweaty and it's causing him to have nightmares. No. It's something more than that.

I decide to walk to the loo, to make sure he's okay. If he's sick we need to get him well rested before the concert. I stand at the door for a few seconds before I finally decide I should just lightly knock. I knock three times before I hear Zayns quiet voice.

"What do you want?" He asks in a snappy tone

"Are you feeling okay? Zayn, I need you to tell me the truth, we're going to have to cancel tonight if you're not well enough to perform."

"I'm fine. Just go away."

"I am not just going away, let me in." I could feel the anger building, he needed to stop hiding and lying and just give me the truth.

"I'll be out in a minute, just wait for me on the couch."

I decided to not respond. I went to Zayns bunk first, grabbed him new clothes, if he was throwing up he would feel much better in fresh clothes plus we have a show to do soon so he needed to get dressed for that. I then proceeded to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and then I decided to go sit on the couch. I was staring out the window, in deep thought. Why was Zayn throwing up? What was his dream about? Is he still upset about Perrie? Why am I always taking care of him? Suddenly I felt a hand on my leg. I turned to see Zayn, I could tell in his eyes that he was in pain, not physically but emotionally. I didn't say anything just handed him the water and clothes.

"Niall." He whispered softly.

I just looked at the clothes in his hand, suggesting he should go change. He got the idea and went to do what I told him. He returned after ten minutes looking much better than he previously had. He stood in front of me and I took his hand and had him lay down on the couch. I layed down with him, just how Harry and I were a couple of nights before. I turned to face him. Our faces were so close, I could feel his breath on my lips but I acted normal, I acted as if it was normal for mates to be this close, however something gave me the thought maybe this wasn't normal. Maybe we shouldn't be this close.

"Niall." He said again even quieter than before.

"Zayn."

"Dont be mad." He said in a hurt tone.

I let out a small chuckle, "I'm not mad, I could never be mad at you I just want an explanation."

I had forgotten how close we were until I felt Zayns arms wrap around my waist. He was trying to make me feel safe as he told me whatever was about to come out of his mouth, I could tell he was nervous.

"I'll start with with the dream, I had a dream that I, uh, That I hit a woman and her baby with my car and they were seriously injured, in the dream I found them in the hospital covered with bruises and they were bleeding. I couldn't bare the idea that I did that to poor people and that they might die because of me." Zayn stopped talking and hid his face in my chest, the way his body was shaking I knew he was crying even though he wasn't making any noises.

"Why do you think you dreamed that?" I asked, I didn't want to hear the answer but I needed to know.

He looked at me horrified with tears in his eyes but finally stammered out,

"Yesterday, when I was angry at Perrie, I was driving too fast, My mind wasn't on the road and Niall I was so close to hitting them, I almost killed two incident people because I was worried more about myself than anyone else. I didn't even say sorry after, I just drove away. After almost hitting them, I just drove away."

I let him cry into me just holding him, I was patting his back and quietly saying things into his ear to get him to calm down. After he was calmed, he looked up at me, he didn't say anything but I knew he was waiting for me to ask why he was throwing up.

"Zayn, Are you feeling okay?" I asked putting my hand to his head.

"Niall, I don't know how to tell you this, I was throwing up but not because I'm sick its because, uh I'm b--" Before Zayn could finish his sentence the rest of the boys stormed into the living room.

"WE'RE HERE! FINALLY!" Louis screamed.

Liam then noticed that Zayn and I were obviously in an important conversation, but he also noticed Zayn didn't want to talk to me about it anymore so he came over to use and picked me up jokingly throwing me onto another couch. I giggled.

"You two need to go get ready for the show." Harry said looking at us in disgust from head to toe.

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The lights are beeming down on us, causing us to sweat. We're used to it though. We're transitioning between songs now. We all walk up the stairs to the hanging platform above the stage. Harry sits in the middle. Louis and I sit on his left, and Liam and Zayn sit on his right. I grab my guitar that is laying by my side and adjust the microphone on my head. I was pretty nervous. We all were. This was our first time performing this song on stage. Okay. It's time to start. I start off the song, playing the guitar and singing.

I figured it out

I figured it out from black and white

Seconds and hours

Maybe they had to take some time

Oh god I didn't mess up. Okay I'm safe now I get so scared during solos. I feel like I'm gonna mess it up or my voice is gonna crack or I'll mess up on the guitar cords, but I made it.

We countinue singing. We're almost at the end. We're just sitting listening to the instrumental. Okay here it comes. Zayn has a really high note to hit. Now that I think about it I've never heard him hit it before.

'Cause you and I

He hit it. He sang it so perfectly that my jaw dropped. I turn my head and look at him. His eyes are closed and you can see how deep into the music he is. That note, that one split second where he hit that high F. He's so gorgeous. He's absolutely perfect in every way possible. He deserved the world, he deserved to be the happiest person on the planet. There is no use on trying to lie to myself anymore. I was 100%, absolutely, completely in love with Zayn Malik.