The Children of One Direction - A One Direction Reunion Fan Fiction

Talking with Zayn

--Talking with Zayn--

*Taylor's POV*

*Three Months Later*

It has been three months since I went off on my father. It also has been three months since I have last seen him. I can tell the girls are worried about me because I haven't really spoken since that night. I mean, I've been singing at the concerts and what not, but haven't really spoken a word for about three months. I've been trying to get better, but every time I try, I keep thinking about that night. I keep thinking about that night I fought with my father and how he just picked up without apologizing, or at least saying goodbye. Let's hope it's not awkward when the tour is over and we go back home to work on our second album.

"Taylor, let's go. It's time to go on stage." I heard Ally yell from the hall.

I guess that's my cue to leave. Wish me luck at the concert tonight.

*Zayn's POV*

So it has been three months since the girls went off on us. It also has been three months since the girls thought we just up and left without saying goodbye. Little do they know that we have been following them around for the last three months. And let me tell you something, the girls are amazing. I feel bad that Taylor couldn't come to me with this. But I know that if she came to me with this sooner, I probably would have flipped out. Or I would have given a disappointed look, given that I wasn't really talking at the time. I know it would have been selfish to drag Taylor out of there three months ago. I know that it would have been selfish because of my past with the music industry and how it affected me.

"ZAYN!" I head someone shout in my ear, realizing it was Louis.

"What?" I whined.

"The girls are about to go on. I figured you might want to know since you were zoning out." Louis explained.

"Oh." Was all I managed to say.

*After the concert*

*Back at the hotel*

As usual the girls were amazing, but I could tell that Taylor was upset. I could see it in her face. In fact, I have seen it in her face for the past three months. Could it be possible that she feels bad about fighting with me that night? I really wish I could talk to her, but I know I can't. I know that I have to keep a low profile with the boys until the time is right.

"ZAYN!" I heard Louis yell in my ear.

"What?" I whined.

"Simon wants us downstairs. We're having dinner with him and Greg and Paul tonight." Louis explained.

"I thought they were with the girls?" I questioned in confusion.

"Apparently they passed out as soon as they got to the hotel." Louis replied.

"Oh." Was all that came out of my mouth.

Soon I was following Louis down to the lobby and into the hotel restaurant to the table where the rest of the boys and Paul, Greg, and Simon were sitting.

"What took you guys so long?" Harry asked.

"Zayn was zoning again." Louis stated, throwing me right under the bus, earning a slap in the head from me.

"Ow. What was that for?" Louis whined, but I didn't respond.

After a few moments of silence, we ordered our food, then Simon started the conversation.

"So, Zayn, the boys have been telling me that you have been out of it lately. Do you have anything you want to talk about?" Simon asked.

I just shrugged.

"Come on, there has to be something." Greg stated.

"It's nothing, I promise." I replied.

"Well, if the boys are saying that you are more out of it than usual, than obvious something." Paul said.

I didn't say anything.

"Zayn, we can't help you if you don't tell us what's bothering you." Simon stated.

"You want to get better for Taylor, right?" Greg said after a moment of silence.

I just nodded.

"Then you have to tell us what's going on with you." Greg replied.

After the waiter brought us our food, I finally spoke up.

"Fine, you really want to know what's wrong with me?" I said to them.

"Yeah." Simon, Greg, Paul, and even the boys said in unison.

"Well, I've been thinking lately." I started for a moment before briefly pausing.

After about a moment, I started up again.

"After three months of going to the girls concerts, I realized how amazing they actually are and how much they enjoy what they are doing. Now that I have taken the time to actually see that this is something that they have been wanting to do for as long as they could remember, I feel bad that Taylor didn't feel like she could come to me with this. Though I know if she would have come to me with this, I probably would have flipped out. But if she would have come to me with this within the past few years, I probably would have given her a very disappointed look or something. And tonight I could tell that Taylor was upset. I realized that she had that same look for the past three months. So now I'm just worried about her because she probably thinks that I hate the fact that she's doing something she loves when in reality I actually think what she is doing is amazing and want her to know that I have been watching her and I couldn't be more proud of her." I explained in a nervous tone.

They were all quiet for a few moments, before Greg finally spoke up.

"Listen, Zayn. Taylor hasn't spoken a word since that night. Yeah, she sings at concerts and what not. But other than that, nothing. I think she has been thinking a lot about that night. The girls have been trying to get her to talk, but nothing. We're hoping that she's back to normal soon." Greg explained.

I didn't speak. Now I really feel bad about fighting with her that night. After a few moments of silence, I finally spoke up.

"I think I'm going to go to bed." I said as I stood up.

"You hardly touched your food." Paul stated.

"I'm not that hungry." I said before leaving the restaurant.

I just want things to go back to the way they were. Before everything that happened that caused me to lock myself in my room for years, of course.

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