Castaways

TWENTY

Zayn's POV

"Thanks for today," Perrie smiled as I pulled into the hotel parking lot. She wasn't actually thanking me. She was disappointed that I hardly made eye contact with her, or held her hand. When she asked me why I wasn't looking at her, I just shrugged it off. She wasn't actually thanking me. And I don't blame her.

"Zayn, I don't know what's up with you, but can you please just spend time with me for the next few hours?" She sighed as she zipped up her purse. I turned off the ignition and looked over at her.

"Perrie, I'm mad, and you pulling me away from my career is not-"

"Is that what I'm doing? Pulling you away from your career? I know this has been tough. They put us together and told us we had to be a couple. And here I am, trying to be a couple! So please just pretend to like me? Okay?" Perrie opened the door and forcefully slammed it behind me. I sighed and opened the door and started to run after Perrie.

And there she was.

Engulfed in a swarm of paparazzi.

I quickly ran over to her, and yelled at the paparazzi to get out of the way. Perrie was hiding her face behind her sleeves, but I could still see the tears slide down her cheeks.

"Please move!" I shouted angrily as I pushed past a photographer. I didn't see any guards near by, so I was all alone with Perrie. The flashing lights were making me nauseous, and I tried not to faint.

I blinked a couple times and I firmed my grasp around Perrie's forearm.

The crowd was getting bigger and bigger, as fans started to see all the commotion in the parking lot. They were crying hysterically and tried to hug me, but they were bombarded by the other people trying to reach us. Perrie was now sobbing, and she covered her face in her hands and stopped walking.

"Perrie, we gotta go!" I ordered as I tried to push her through the people. She didn't move.

I looked around to seek for help, maybe an officer. No one. I slipped my hand in my pocket and took out my phone.

Then I remembered it died when we reached the zoo.

"Dammit!" I groaned. I was helpless. Perrie was having a panic attack, fans were crying and screaming, and the photographers were yelling outrageous questions in my ears.

"How are you coping with the pain?"

"Have you contacted their families?"

"When did you find out about the accident?"

"Why don't you look sad? Are you happy that they are gone?"

"Why didn't you die with them?"

Woooahhhh okkayyyy. I had not a single clue what these people were talking about. There was an accident? What kind of accident? Did I know them? This is insane.

"ZAYN, GET IN THE CAR!"

My head whipped to my right, and I sighed with relief. Paul was in a black SUV, gesturing me to quickly hop inside. I had trouble getting through the crowd, let alone dragging my hysterical girlfriend behind me. When I reached the car, I forcefully opened the door and threw ourselves inside. I slammed the door behind me and buckled my seat belt. Paul then hit the gas and we sped out of the parking lot.

Perrie and I smiled with relief.

"How did you know?" I asked Paul. He looked at me through the review mirror, with sadness in his eyes.

"I was coming over here to get you, to bring you to London...you didn't answer your phone...and I was worried," He said.

Wait. I'm confused.

"Why would I go to London? We have a show in Los Angeles in two days..." I said.

Paul hit the brakes.

He turned around and looked at Perrie and I.

"Don't you know?"

Perrie and I exchanged looks.

"Know what?" Perrie stammered. Paul opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"The boys never arrived in L.A," He whispered.

What?

"What do you mean?"

Paul licked his lips and ran his hands through his hair. "The plane is gone,"

Perrie gulped.

"Gone? Like...disappeared?" I stumbled. Paul wiped away a tear and sniffled.

"We are going to London for a press conference, to talk about the future of the band," He said while turning back to the steering wheel, and started to drive again.

"What do you mean the future of the band? It's over! I can't go on with the band without them! THEY ARE THE BAND," I yelled from the backseat. Paul ignored me and kept on driving.

This is actually insane. They aren't dead. They can't be.

"People are going crazy on twitter, the fans are literally going insane," Perrie said as she scrolled through her phone. I snatched it from her and started to read the tweets.

"@niallspuddinglol: my life is over. My idols are dead. I'm dead."

"@harrysqhiskers: found out while in school, girls went home crying and hyperventilating. I'm still in shock"

"@louisisnotacarrot: how am I going to move on from this?"

"@BREAKINGNEWS: One Direction fans are taking the deaths of four 1D members to extreme levels, even taking their lives."

I threw the phone to the ground. Everything is crashing around me. The fans are flipping shit. I mean, they just lost their role models. And I just lost my brothers. Their families...-

"How am I going to talk to their parents? Their girlfriends? The fans? I can't do this-"

"Yes, you can Zayn! You have to eventually! I know what happened is...unthinkable...but you have to face it straight on!" Perrie yelled at me. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I turned away from Perrie and Paul and looked out the window.

I had nothing more to say to them

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REALLY SORRY ABOUT HOW LATE THIS UPDATE WAS ONFG.

and how short it is. I had writers block and I didn't know how to exactly write this chapter down. I'm going to make the next update better than this travesty.

Thanks for ready:)

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