Going the Right Direction(A One Direction Story)

Diamonds Really Aren't Forever..

*Zayn's POV*

I was walking towards my room when I heard a soft thump in the room where we had been with Paul.

Curiosity took the best of me, and I decided to go in and check it out.

I looked into the room and saw no-one.. Wait. Is that a foot on the ground?

"Oh my god, Dai!" I gasped

Why was she lying on the floor?

I checked her breathing, and sure enough, she still was, but it was shortened and quick. She must've passed out. Why, thought?

I slowly lifted her up and carried her up to her room in the second floor. After I lay her in her bed, I opened one of the windows to let some air in. Then, I went into the bathroom, took a towel and soaked it.

I came out, and placed it on her forehead.

I tried to give her a reading, but I couldn't. She obviously was still out cold. So I just concentrated all I could, and changed her mood to a calm one, maybe that way she could wake up sooner.

Yeah, I can control people's moods too. That's why she didn't blush so much anymore. At least when I was around. She hated it, blushing.

Then I remembered the first thoughts I'd read on her yesterday night. Her cutting...

It felt kind of wrong, but I slowly lifted her sleeve up a little and.. I gasped.

Her arms where really fucked up. You could instantly tell she hadn't just started with her cutting, that she had been doing it for years. But what where her reasons?

"Zayn, come done mate! You need to see something funny!" Louis voice sounded from down the stairs.

"Coming" I replied.

I covered Dai's arm and checked her breathing again. All back to normal.

I stood up and closed the door behind me. Why would she do such a thing to herself?

"Well, hurry up mate!" Louis screamed again

"I said I'm coming!" I replied, kind of irritated.

"Sorry mate, don't fret.." He replied, meetig me at the foot of the stairs. "Hey where's Dai?"

"She's uh.. Sleeping in her room" For some reason I knew I shouldn't tell him I had found her passed out, lying on the floor.

I gave Louis a reading, but instantly backed out. Nothing too interesting.

Unless there was something I really needed or wanted to know, I would stay inside a person's mind. If it wasn't necessary, I didn't like to invade peoples privacy that much. It felt rude. But still, sometimes I did. I got curious! And besides, I could control when to read them, and when I could back out. It was so simple. It almost felt like a game now.

"Come ooooon" Lou pouted, taking my arm and pulling me.

I chuckled. Crazy kid. He was the oldest and acted like the youngest.. If you didn't count Niall, of course. I really couldn't stay mad at him, whatever the reason was.

We went to the kitchen, where the other lads, except Niall, where playing with the kitten.

"What did you want to show me?" I asked, curious.

"Wait for it.." Louis said in an excited whisper. The other boys where looking up expectantly, too.

"Louis what did you-.." I couldn't even finish.

"HARRY EDWARD STYLES YOU CUNT! DELETE THAT FREAKING TWEET, NOW!" Oh. So they did something to piss off the Irish boy, huh?

Louis was rolling on the floor from laughter, tiny tears coming out of his eyes.