Better Than Words

Surgrey sucks

A.M- One direction

Don't let me go- Harry Styles

"Tell me what?!" Suddenly losing my appetite for ice cream.

"I don't know if it's my place to tell you..." he starts.

"No no no you brought it up. You have to tell me now." I demand.

He looked pained and even though I hated putting him through this I needed to know.

"He's my best friend. I need to know." I whisper.

"Ok. Okay okay." He gave in.

"We are all new kids. We came here after winter break freshman year. We formed a band during the summer in London before 9th called One Direction. A small little school band. We all loved singing. Niall would play the guitar and we were all self taught pianists. Well Zayn strived to be the best. Wanted to be the spot light of One Direction. He sang day and night. Consistently. Without stopping. He soon lost his voice. And he had an amazing voice. He was the favorite without trying to be.

The doctor said he needed to have a surgery and the doctor didn't know if Zayn would ever sing again. He took the risk. After the surgery he wasn't allowed to speak for a few weeks. After his treatment was over we went back to a small studio and began singing one of our favorites, night changes, and Zayn lost it. He couldn't hit the notes correctly and he went ballistic. We tried reasoning with him that all he needed was practice to get better. That since he went so long without singing he would be rusty.

He didn't want to hear it. So when we went back to school everyone wanted to know when we would make a little comeback. Zayn couldn't take the pain of not singing anymore. So he had his family move to a small town in the States. Here. It was small and remote. Well sort of. They considered Florida but the publicity there and population numbers were too big. So with the help of a distant friend they moved here. The rest of us were miserable without him so we moved here too. Zayns parents are our designated guardians. Do we miss our families? Of course we do. There's not a day that goes by with that I don't think about my mum and sister. We miss them terribly. But we couldn't do without Zayn.

We are just waiting for Zayn to come back. So the rest of us just write songs and sing them. Recording them and saving them. On an app I found we have put them in a folder waiting for Zayn to comeback so we can add his voice to them."

I was staring at the dashboard with tears streaming down my face. My ice cream melted in its cup with my hands griping it tightly.

Why didn't Zayn tell me?! I-I could have..I could have done something for him. He was in so much pain when I met him. And I didn't know it. I should've pushed him to make amends with the boys.

"Why," my voice broke. "Why didn't he tell me." My voice faded out. I look over at Harry who had tears brimming his eyes. My heart instantly shattered realizing he went through pain too.

I don't know what I would do if someone I've known my whole life couldn't do what they loved anymore. I mean that's what the boys bonded over. Their music, their voice. Their name.

I put my hand on Harry's arm, a gesture telling him I'm here. What I did next was on impulse.

I crawled across the console, placing my ice cream in the cup holder, and into Harry's lap hugging him around the neck.

He stiffened underneath me and I was wondering if he was going to push me away. I was mentally preparing myself for rejection.

But instead he put both of his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. His head going into the crook of my neck.