spaces [niam]

prologue

[this is the prequel to my other story, history, so you should probably read that before you read this. (tbh I have a feeling that this is going to be so much better than history so if you wanna read this first go ahead) also, i would like to say that i'm going to try my hardest to make this as realistic as possible, and try to make almost everything set as it would be in 2015. this story is completely fictional!]

niall sighed. zayn had been acting distant lately and he hadn't answered any calls or texts. niall stared at his phone a bit, then decided to consult liam. at least liam talked to him.

he softly knocked on liam's door, and walked in when liam responded with a grunt and a mumble that somewhat sounded like "come in." niall sat on liam's bed, where the older boy was also sitting, and then looked at liam.

"what happened to zayn? why hasn't he been picking up any of my calls or responding to my texts?" niall asked, "i haven't seen him in days."

liam stared at niall with a pained expression. he thought that zayn would've told niall by now since they were the closest out of the five. he didn't want to be the one to give him the bad news though, "ask zayn," he replied somberly.

the blonde mumbled, "don't you think i've tried that already?" but still continued to dial zayn's number.

"hello?" zayn's usually enthused voice rang with a tired tone.

"oh, zayn," niall's voice was lined with subtle surprise. he hadn't expected him to pick up. "did something happen to you? why aren't you answering any of my calls? where are you? when will i see you a-"

zayn interrupted niall's interrogative antics. "niall," he sighed, "there's something i need to tell you."

"i'm leaving one direction."