When Big Time Rush meets One Direction (BTR/ 1D Fan Fiction)

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Thank you all for the over 1800 reads. I had a MAJOR block and school so I couldn't upload this chapter earlier. WARNING: SAD STORY AHEAD.

Zayn's P.O.V

I was enjoying our conversations till my mum called. I excused myself and went down the boardwalk before picking up the call.

" Hello mum, nice to hear your voice again." I spoke through the phone. I decided it was a good time to smoke

I pulled out a cigarette as my mum spoke. " Nice to hear you again too." By the time she finish speaking, my cigarette was lighted and I was leaning over the rails, watching the waves. "I know you're on tour in the states but there's some bad news.

"What could be so bad to make you call all of the sudden?" I asked. My heart started to race, my mum never jokes when it comes to bad news. Anything could have happened.

"Well you see..." She trailed off, I knew this is going to be really bad. "Your uncle died."

It was too much to take in, by the way she was trailing off, it must have been an uncle that I was close to.  This can't happen, I'm here with my band doing our first tour in the states and now many fans will be upset but family comes first. If the fans decide to desert me, then let it be. Right now I need to get back to Bradford.

"Mum, I'll try to get back as soon as possible." I said sternly before hanging up.

It was too much to take in. No words could describe the feeling and thoughts running through my head. I plugged in my earphones to block out their laughter. I wished he was still alive. I wish he lived longer. I don't deserve this nor does he.

I finished smoking my cigarette and threw it away before returning to the table. Louis, Carlos, and James were playing were playing with their food while Niall was looking at them with horror. I took my seat before saying a word. Everyone starring on me, I knew it was written all over my face that something bad happened but they kept quiet.

"Guys," I started, looking at them.  "I need to go back to the England."

"What?" The eight of them exclaimed.

"My mum just called, she says one of my uncles died." I said, trying not to make eye contact with any of them.

"We understand, go back to England and take as much time as you need." Liam told me. I was trying so hard not to cry but tears start to roll down my face.

"I'll go pay. You should get home and start packing." Liam said. I nodded. I wasn't in mood for talking. 

One the way back, the guys tried to cheer me up by telling ridiculous and embarrassing stories from their past. Nothing worked. I was too depressed to talk to anyone right now. If anyone asked any questions I would just nodded or answer one word answers. Luckily, they understood the pain I was going through and kept the questions to a minimum.

I went back and packed everything in the beach house that belonged to me. I made sure I left nothing behind. The others also packed to go back to the Palm Woods as Griffin wanted them out by four o'clock. There was a huge argument outside about the guys stealing each other's, it made me chuckle a bit and it would have been really hilarious if I wasn't so depressed. I already booked the earliest flight to England as soon as possible using my phone.

We went back to the to the Palm Woods, I packed the things that I needed but not all of my clothes. I shoved everything in my duffel bag, not caring that they'll be very crinkled when I get back. I went out of the room without speaking a word, they knew it was time for me to leave.