The Falling Stars (The Vamps and One Direction Zombie Apocalypse)

Chapter 47- Ava's secret Talent

“I miss chips” I said, cutting into the discussion about everything we missed the most.

“Yeah but come on, Nandos!” Niall argued, as if it was a competition and he was trying to miss the thing everyone else missed the most.

“I’ll settle you at Nandos chips” I smiled

“Can’t argue with that!” Grinned Ava Rose “But I miss Shakeaway, you know, that place where they made those milkshakes with chocolate bars in, and I miss YouTube”

“If we’re leading from that, I miss Amazingphil and danisnotonfire!” L crossed her hands on the table “But they’re alive, don’t worry, I can see them if I focus on their timelines”

The others had finally, reluctantly, and only one by one accepted the fact that L actually could predict the future. I think they only disagreed because half the time she wasn’t allowed to say, and the other half of the time she got so confused that her visions weren’t even decipherable to her either.

“Fine, if we’re going people, I miss... erm, Brendan Urie!” I replied

“Oh yeah Panic! At The Disco!!” Exclaimed L “They were AMAZING!”

“Tell me about it!” I exclaimed

“I miss Justin Bieber!”

“I miss Eminem!”

“I miss Ed Sheeran!”

“I miss Arctic Monkeys!”

“I miss Taylor Swift.”

The room went silent when James mentioned her name. We’d thought he’d all but forgotten the singer he had prevented himself from mentioning for so many months, especially since-

“But if we’re going on that kind of stuff I miss Lucy” he continued, playing with the small bowl of food in front of him as the rest of us looked around the room, or down at our own bowls, anywhere but each other’s eyes.

“Well do you want to see her?” Said Ava, brightly, positively and totally out of context of the great shroud of darkness which had just been dumped over the atmosphere.

“Well yes, obviously” James snapped “But I can’t exactly do that because she just so happens to be dead!”

“Exactly,” Ava Rose replied calmly, a half smile playing around her lips “I can give you 6 minutes and 22 seconds, that’s how long the projection lasts for”

“She’s right” Harry cleared his throat “Quite a lot of the times you thought we were, well, you know, back at the radio thing, we were actually practicing, seeing my sister, and 6 minutes 22 is our record for keeping connection”

“And you’ve been keeping this from me” James’ voice was dangerously quiet, burning slowly like a corrosive acid.

“We wanted you to have the best you could!” Ava back tracked “And we were waiting for the time, which is well, now, evidently”

James’ hand was clenched into a fist on the table, and his eyes looked glazed and wet, like he wanted to cry but couldn’t.

“Do you have anything of hers?” Ava asked, and James immediately passed over the scarf. Ava Rose threaded it through her hands, closing her eyes until she looked like she was straining, deep in thought. We sat in silence watching her for a full twenty five minutes before her eyes opened. “She isn’t there” She said

“What? What do you mean?” James panicked

“It means that she’s hanging on somewhere James, it means she’s still alive inside something!”

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James and I were back down in the medical section for our nutrient drips that evening when he started on about Lucy again.

“She was just, amazing, you know” He said, piercing his skin with the needle and pushing it into his vein. I nodded, knowing it was the time for him to talk and me to at least pretend I was listening. “I mean, she looked incredible all of the time, even without make up, and she used to, she used to, be so cheeky, I mean, she was just-“ He waved his free arm slightly, at a loss for words “And she made me laugh too, like when she always used to call people a grundle and stuff, and how to be as awkward as possible she used to put her hand on my bum or my leg to make me lose track of a conversation in public, and she was just, well you know” He let his hand fall to his lap “And she was so beautiful, so insecure, but she was beautiful, and she always used to put her hair over her shoulder like this” He mimed moving his nonexistent shoulder length hair.

“James, you’re starting to sound like a One Direction song here” I said, jamming in the needle for my own drip.

“Yeah, but she was! And her eyes were so green, and she smiled all the time, the kind of smile that lights up a room, you know.”

And I did know, because even I had to agree with him on that one.

“And I do miss her, I really do, but, Ava says she lives on somewhere, and that’s all I’ve got Connor. I mean I’ve tried to move on, but I can’t, she was it, the one” I rolled my eyes “Roll your eyes all you want Connor but some of us around here still believe in true love and not just dating people for a casual fuck” He was almost spitting out his words.

“What?” I asked, perplexed “What do you mean?”

“I mean you and L you idiot!” I felt like I had been punched in the gut as he continued “I know for a fact you and her cheated when she was dating Niall back at the mast! Don’t pretend! And I’m sorry but she’s been depressed since you got together properly, if you can even call that properly! She just sleeps in your room and then you ignore her all day! Call that a relationship?!” He was putting more passion into his speech and it was becoming angrier with every word. The throbbing in my gut was spreading like fire and fury burnt within me as I retaliated in a dangerous hiss

“Yeah, as a matter of fact we do have a decent relationship, we’ve just realised we’re both probably going to die at any moment so we try and distract ourselves from our selves during the day so it doesn’t fucking hurt as much when one of us does go!  Plus, when we actually go to my room together, we don’t spend all our time fucking, contrary to popular belief! We actually talk, you know, tell each other everything, like a trusting relationship is supposed to have! And let me get one thing fucking straight McVey” My voice was rising to an enraged shout “If you had a fucking problem with cheating you wouldn’t have slept with your best mate’s wife!”

And as we were fuming, we realised our audience, and it was the worst people who could have seen us.

Niall and Brad.