Beautiful People Beautiful Problems ↠ zarry

Entry 27

11/08/2016

You know, one day when it all seemed too much to handle - for any of us - Zayn walked into the hotel room and just sat next to me in silence for what must have been minutes but felt like hours on end.

It was at a time when the band got really big and we had managed to make a name for ourselves on the states. But of course as they say 'with fame comes misfortune' and it all started to eat away at us... and Zayn and I were the ones who always showed it the most. I guess it was just another thing that we bonded over and one of the things that brought us closer together.

He looked at me, and I still remember that I was trying to watch some movie but I just couldn't concentrate on it, anyway, Zayn turned to me and asked if I ever felt like just getting away from it all sometimes. And I turned to him and nodded.

"Harry?"

"Mm?"

"Do you ever think about leaving the city? Like, going away on holiday for a really long time - but to a place where no one knows you and you know no one?"

"Kind of like escape to your own little island?"

"Yea. An island. Just to be completely by yourself."

"Yea. Lots of times. Not alone though, I'd take you with me." Harry said earnestly and looked at Zayn.

"Me? Why me?" Zayn ask with slight bewilderment.

"You're good company. You're nice, funny... You just basically get me - and you're also always there for me. So, I'd like your company. I'm happy when I'm with you."

I miss those talks with him.

There's so many things that Zayn and I will take to our graves. So many things that I can't imagine speaking about with other people, that I spoke about with him. He always knew what to say, he always stayed true to being my best friend.

It's their night off in the summer of 2013. Harry and Zayn had decided to stay in for the night while Louis, Liam and, Niall (who were used to this) decided to go out. Zayn suggested that they sneak to the pool so that they could dip their feet in and gaze at the stars. He wanted a relaxed night, free of girls and alcohol and everything that they had become accustomed to.

It was only when he peered around the corner that he saw that other people had the same idea as him and had beaten him and Harry to it.

His eyes naturally gravitated to the two girls that were pissed out of their mind, pouring sloppy vodka shot after shot that was mixed with a hideous looking orange juice - hideous because the brown skinned girl 'lightweight' who's now downed three - won't stop complaining about the juice rather than the vodka. Her brunette friend, who Zayn dubs 'the bartender', does a better job at hiding her grimace.

"Should we go join them?" Harry's behind him, whispering into his ear and Zayn just knows that there's a dirty grin that's on his face. He's about to say that he'd rather not but another man's voice forces his mouth shut again.

He comes into view from behind the small bar that's hidden on the left. "I just really like you, I have ever since the first time I saw you." A guy who has a buzz cut and darker skin than Zayn confesses to lightweight (who looks equally shocked as she is drunk). He looks like an army brat, Zayn thinks to himself when he sees the white muscle-tee and black three-quarter cargo pants he sports.

"We've only met up three times. You don't even know me; I could be the worst person on earth." Lightweight says and Zayn grins while he wonders just how drunk she is to reply with something like that.