Everything about you - One Direction Fanfic

Sorting things out...

Chapter 8

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HARRY’S P.O.V

The sun sets in the sky, the fireball illuminating the sky a reddy-purple.  Sunset is my favourite time of the day, I think it is beautiful beyond compare...well nothing can compare to Mikayla but still.  At the thought I look down at Mikayla, sighing at her sleeping figure.  Tear stains trail down from her heavy eyelids. 

Her mouth is shaped into a dreamy smile which makes me smile; she has that effect on me.  My nose starts to itch and I reach up, wiping it on my sleeve.  Pain strikes me hard and I hold in a squeal. I should go and get my nose checked out; maybe Zayn can take a look at it because he is pretty good at that kind of thing.

I gently slide out of the bed, stretching my achy body.  I stroll out of the illuminated room into a surprisingly dark hallway.  Not one noises echo around the large house, no voices, no laughter and no signs of any life. Nothing can be heard.

I strain to hear a single sound but not one can I hear.  My eyebrows knit together and I creep along the hallways to Zayn’s room.  I step inside and Zayn is seated on his bed with his eyes shut.  It is obvious that he is not asleep but it is possible that he is meditating or just daydreaming.  The door closes with a gentle thud behind me and Zayn’s eyes open.

I stumble backwards in utter horror when I take in Zayn’s appearance. His eyes are red from crying and underneath them lay large purple and black rings. His usually bright and happy face is now one of sadness and self pity.  For the first time I have ever witnessed, his hair is messy and he doesn’t care. It’s almost as if someone who looks almost the same as Zayn, but more gloomy, has swapped places with Zayn and the real Zayn is somewhere else, probably having fun.

“Zayn?”  I whisper, my voice hoarse from the amount of crying that has happened today.

“Yes Harry?”  Zayn answers, his voice cynical and hard.  My eyes widen at his serious posture and expression, he is never like this.

“Are you okay?”  I question, stunned at how not caring and upset he is. 

“No, Harry I am not okay!” Zayn sighs, “This whole day was meant to be great but has turned out a total disaster honestly!  Your nose is probably broken and Liam is downstairs just staring at the wall, not saying a word.  Niall has tried talking to him but he just sits there like he can’t hear us. Louis is in his room on the phone to someone, but he is speaking almost silently, Louis is never quiet! Overall I’m pretty sure Liam is going to commit suicide and we are all going to end up there as well sometime or other.”

Zayn finishes with a groan and puts his head in between his hands, rocking back and forth.  Wow, Zayn is never the one to say stuff like that, I am.  He is usually the optimistic one that cheers everyone up when times are rough, but now I am the only one that is kind of happy, and that is only because I have found my other half.

Liam probably hates me now, and I have to fix that.

“Okay Zayn, I just want to know if my nose is broken or not.” I imply, trying to change the subject of the incredibly awkward conversation we are having.

Zayn reaches out one of his hands and presses along my nose lightly, causing me to wince but not cry out.  He takes his hand away and studies my nose for a bit, in deep thought.  He then responds,

“Your nose is not broken but it will be bruised for about a week or two.”

I let out the air I had been unknowingly keeping in, putting on a half-hearted smile as I turn to leave.