Beautiful Chaos

Sometimes Happy. Sometimes Sad.

(2 years later... Zayn is 24 years old)

Zayn's P.O.V---

Two years, damn. I had been busy writing my new songs. Pillowtalk was out and Gigi starred in it for me. Mind of Mine had released. I was busy running from studio to home to concerts to award shows and I don't remember where else I had been. I was happy beyond description. Never knew leaving the band would find me some peace. All day I laughed and cracked jokes. Right then, I was on my way to the recording studio. 

"Hey, man!" I said, smiling at Charlie who walked out after he was done singing. "What's up, Zayn? Met you at the AMA's last time. Been long time since this happened." He hugged me. "Yeah, I know." I chuckled and walked into the studio after waving at him. Sitting along with people I work everyday with, I started the practice sessions of for my new song. 

My phone vibrated and it was a text from Adam Levine, asking me to meet him at his house later. Finishing with my work around noon, I drove myself to his house. 

"Hey, Zayn." He hugged me, letting me enter inside. We sat on the couch and his wife handed over a glass of juice for me. "What's up?" I asked and he leaned forward. "The Voice Season 13 is happening in a month, September. We need a fourth judge and wanted someone who could match Miley's energy but also really talented. Would you like to be a coach?" He asked and I grinned. 

"Wow, that is incredible. I'd love to. When does this start?" I asked, excited about a great opportunity. "September 1. I hope to see you there." He said and I hugged him, walking out with a grin plastered on my face. 

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Weeks flew by with enthusiasm. Gigi and I had a great time, went on uncountable dates and we grew closer than ever. The only problem was we never fell in love with each other but made lots of love. 

Paul walked into my office one morning and smiled. "Hey, Zayn. The boys are breaking up as Solo Artists." He said as I asked him to take a seat. "Ohh... What about you?" I asked and he simply smiled. "I am retiring. Needed some papers signed." He said showing me some papers. 

"For?" I asked. "Stuff from the On The Road tour is pending. Only once I get those things settled can I retire." He said and my smile faded. "That's been a long time." I got the papers from him. 

Taking a pen, I started signing fast, making conversations. After a couple of pages, I couldn't sign properly. "Are you okay?" He asked and I just stared at the paper. "Zayn.." He shook my hand and I blinked, looking up. "What?" I gaped, my concentration shattering.

"Yeah, sorry." I said and signed the remaining sheets, handing it to him.

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That day, it changed something in me. I started smoking more, for around 7 times. Skipping food became a habit. The gym turned out to be my favorite spot. I stopped contacting Gigi for a week. Meetings concerning my sales charts, I cancelled them just because I wasn't in the mood. I was no more hyper and my mind was everywhere. 

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I walked out of my office, reaching to go to my car. I tried unlocking it but it did not open. Irritated, I kicked the door and started walking when rain decided to pour down heavily. 

Rain battering roof like a hail of bullets, rain hammered down, wall of water, smudges of light, tumult of the storm, rain-lashed, brief and sudden showers, driving rain, rain blurred window, rain hammering on the window like the relentless drumming of nails. The pitter patter of the rain creates a shield around me. I love the rain, I always have. Today it seemed to like the rain missed something. The tone of mystery left me suspended in between.