Never Let Me Go

BREAKING

CHAPTER NINE

I decided to write in this book I've found, it was supposed to be for my doodles but I think a journal would bring this book more to life. I've heard journals help people with stress and depression, something they can write their hearts desire on, and I guess I'm going to try it. Especially when this is to keep track of the time Niall has been gone.

It's been a month, meaning the WWA tour has started, and yes, management hasn't canceled the tour, they told us that it would and I quote, "take our minds off him," how dare they, I had to hold Liam and Louis back from punching the man. Hell, I caught Louis screaming at Paul once, and he was like a dad to us. But I can't blame anyone for their sudden behavior, the only person I can blame is the one who kidnapped Niall... The person who broke into his house, took him right out of his bed, and stole him from the public eye.

I'm here in the tour bus, One Direction just finished the first concert of the tour in Bogota Columbia. I tried to smile, I tried to laugh. But how can I? I would feel too heartless, like Niall meant nothing to me, and-oh god- I'm getting tear stains on my first paper of my book. I can't write anymore, I think my heart is about to burst from my chest, it feels polluted.

Niall James Horan has been gone for a whole month now, and I feel empty. My heart is blackened with hatred towards that criminal, sadness towards my best friend and my three friends that are dying inside also, and worry, wondering if I will ever get to see my best friend that I used to call my little brother, ever again.

With great concern,

Zayn Malik.

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Zayn set his journal down beside him, the pencil tucked into the spine of the book. He laid on his back, tears falling down his vibrant cheekbones as he pondered. He seemed to do that so much now, his mind was filled with garbage, thoughts like "what if Niall is actually dead? Taken and then murdered, his body thrown into a ditch somewhere?" And, "what if this man was torturing him? Breaking him day by day and when Niall finally gives up and dies, he just throws him away like he was nothing?"

The others caught his dazes, watched him as he would just stand in one place, staring at the wall in front of him like he was in some kind of dark possession. But Zayn knew that he wasn't the only one, Harry seemed to do that more then he did. And Zayn sometimes had to yell at Harry to get the curly lads attention.

At least he didn't cry at night. Zayn had no time to cry, his worries set on Louis who always cried at night, ever since they met back up a couple weeks ago for sound check, Zayn would have to listen to Louis' sobs bounce off the walls of the bus.

Liam would cry, but he tried to stay so strong for his friends, but in the inside he was breaking harder and faster then any of the other boys. Liam looked strong, but in the inside he was weak and tired.

Sobs suddenly broke through his thoughts, his mind once again settled on hearing Louis' heartbreaking sobs. He heard the scuffle of blankets being shuffled around, feet padding against the carpeted floor until they stopped. Zayn peeked out from his curtains, seeing Liam holding Louis as he cried, Louis didn't notice, but Liam was crying also.

"I want him back Liam." Louis croaked out.

Liam sniffled and then nodded. "Me too Lou." Liam whispered and then laid down with Louis, both holding each other as they cried. They never did this, but right now, all of them needed sympathy.

He suddenly saw a figure in front of him, long legs shaking like they were holding up a hundred pound weights. Zayn looked up, seeing Harry, tears falling down his face, bottom lip wobbling, shoulders sunken down. Zayn suddenly realized that Harry was in the same state as Liam and Louis, only he was younger, and more fragile. Zayn scooted over, bringing his blanket up so Harry could crawl under them with him, their warm bodies immediately radiating with the sudden heat.