A song for you

History

The next few weeks seemed to just blur together for Louis. Zayn was gone and even though Liam,harry and Niall were trying to help nothing worked.

Louis couldn't see Zayn. He wasn't even allowed to text him. All he had heard was that Zayn was marked as going solo. Louis wondered what type of music Zayn would sing.

How was Zayn doing? Louis had already started smoking again. It made his mind calm. Drinking eased the pain. He must be doing better. Or at least Louis hoped Zayn was doing better.

If only that was true. Zayn had started cutting again. It kept his mind off the whole thing. He barely ate. Barely even spoke. How could he. He was alone. In a whole new world.

He would sit in his room until there was a show. He hadn't even spoken to Louis since he left. No stop thinking about him.

He honestly wouldn't care if he died from bleeding out. At least then he would be free.

Zayn was stumbling around his room. He kept getting Louis song in his head.

It would replay and replay like a sick memory he couldn't shake. Then it would be like he was reliving their first kiss.

No stop it. Don't kiss him don't get involved. Zayn couldn't change the past though.

Forget it. Forget him. Forget it all.

It never worked though. That's it. I need some relief. Zayn sat on the counter.

Relief...he slowly pulled up his sleeve. It stinged alittle already. His cuts were thin. They were deep though.

He pulled out a random knife. It didn't matter which one. A single cut was all he had time for.

Just one to make it go away. He held the knife against his skin. He hesitated for a split second. Louis...no he can't help you.

Then there was blood. It ran down Zayns hand and he winced in pain. He quickly threw the knife in the sink and held his hand over the drain.

He watched the blood drip down. He knew no one cared. Not here anyway. No don't think about it.

After it stopped bleeding he washed it off and put on a different long sleeve coat. He sighed. He was still alive. Still here. Still stuck. Still alone.

On the other side of the world Louis and the boys were on stage singing. Everyone had started to notice the difference in Louis appearance. He'd look tired and sick.

Liam and Harry were the most worried about him. Harry knew him the best and he had never seen Louis like this.

"What should we do about Louis?" Harry whispered to Liam. "I don't know. I just...I don't even want to be a band anymore. It doesn't feel right." Harry nodded in agreement.

After the show Louis went to bed. He felt sick. He knew what was missing. Maybe he should leave.

Would things get better? The knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Who is it?" "Liam and Harry and Niall." "How did you guys get through security?" Louis opened the door.

Liam walked in first. "We gave them all doughnuts." Louis nodded as the other boys followed.

"Here's what we think Lou. Me and the boys think it would be best...if we all separated. It doesn't feel right. Being a band. Especially with Zayn being gone." Niall looked at Louis.

Louis throat clenched. Zayn..."okay. I agree. It's nothing against you boys but being here...just reminds me of what I had. What I lost." The boys nodded.

"So it's settled then...one direction..it's over." Liam looked at the other. They each nodded. "It kinda stings huh?" Niall looked at the ground.

"Yeah but this isn't the end." Harry looked at Liam. "Right?" "No it isn't." Liam put a arm around harry. He didn't care who saw now. They were leaving anyway.

"One last song?" Niall looked at each one of his band mates. "Yes one last song." Louis smiled slightly.

"The song will be called history."

It doesn't matter who said it. They were all thinking it. So without a word to management they wrote the song and prepared to sing it at their next show.

It was their way of saying fuck you.

So at the next show they sang history with as much heart as the could. They hugged at the end and apologized to the fans.

This was the end of one direction.

Is it the end of zouis?