Someone take me home - One Direction reunion fanfic

3. Lost directions

Liam Payne felt weird.

He was sitting in a bar, having a beer with his friend Alex. He liked spending time with him. Alex was one of the funniest people Liam knew. He always managed to make him forget about the crazyness of being a celebrity.

But now, Liam could feel that man staring at him from across the room and it made him really uncomfortable.

"Dude", he said to Alex.
"Do you see that guy over here? The one with the red beanie?"

Alex turned his head in a 'very subtle' way.
"He's staring at you", he informed Liam.

"Yup. He has been staring like this for at least five minutes now."

"He's probably just a fan and doesn't know if he should talk to you or not."

Liam shrugged.
"Yeah, probably."

"Or maybe, he thinks you're attractive? You could buy him a drink, you know?", Alex asked and nudged Liam in the side.

Liam rolled his eyes.

"Like: Nice to meet yaaa, what's you're naaaame? Let me treat yaa...",
Alex said in a perfect Irish accent.

Liam pretended to laugh at the joke and tried to ignore the pinching feeling in his stomach.

Yes, he was very proud of his Nialler. His solo music was absolutely amazing. He couldn't stop listening to Heartbreak weather, it was such a clever written album.

But at the other hand, it hurt how good Niall was doing without One Direction. He seemed so carefree and confident on stage and made music that totally felt like him.

Meanwhile, Liam was in some sort of never ending existential crisis.

"Erm, Liam", Alex suddenly said, sounding really unconfortable.

"I think he is walking towards us now. And umm. Actually, he doesn't look like he's to keen on you..."

Alex was right. The guy approached Liam with a strange expression on his face.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Liam Payne!"

"Erm, hi?"

The guy laughed. He was clearly drunk. Very drunk.

"Soooo, how are you doing without One Direction?"

Liam tried to act cool. He knew that he shouldn't take it seriously. But he kinda did.

"Yeah, pretty good, mate."

"Ohhhooooooooo, very confident. Buuuut I don't believe you."

Loam looked at him puzzled.
"Why?"

"Because not everyone is made for a solo-career and you clearly aren't."
The guy with the red beanie hiccuped.

Liam closed his eyes.
"Dude, can you please just leave?", he asked, trying to sound calm.

"Hehe, is that what you told Zayn too?",the guy giggled.

Bam.
Liam felt like someone just hit him in the stomach.
And then, the memories came.

"Dude, where the hell is Zayn?", Louis asked.

It was about noon. The tourbus of One Direction was parked in the middle of nowhere. There was a storm raging on outside and the driver had decided that is wasn't save to keep driving.

Everyone was sitting in the "living room" of the tourbus. Well, everyone except Zayn.

"He's still sleeping. I tried to wake him, but he refused to get out of bed", Harry responded.

A devilish grin spread on Louis' face.

"Guys, I have an idea!"

"Oh God, please no!", Liam growled, but Louis and Niall had already disappeared in the "kitchen".

"Poor Zayn", Harry giggled.

But Liam was extremely worried. Zayn had been sensitive lately.
Management was treating him very badly. They didn't give him a break, even though he clearly needed one. He was smoking all the time and Liam noticed that he had lost a lot of weight.

"Louis, Niall, please don't! Let him sleep, okay?", Liam yelled, but he didn't receive an answer.

"Fuck", he mumbled.
"What are they doing?"

He got his answer, when a high pitched scream filled the tourbus. A few seconds later, Zayn stormed into the "living room". He was dripping wet and looked very angry.

"I hate this fucking band!", he screamed.

Liam and Harry stared at him in shock.

"Zayn", Louis and Niall chased after him
"We're sorry. We didn't mean to upset you. We will clean your bunk and you can sleep in my-"

"IT'S NOT ABOUT A FUCKING BUNK. IT'S THAT NOBODY IS WILLING TO GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK. IT'S JUST TOO MUCH. EVERYTHING IS JUST TOO MUCH. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. I'M-"

He paused for a moment, a single tear dripping down his cheek.
"I'm broken", he whispered.

"Zayn."
Liam took a step towards him and opened his arms to hug him, but Zayn shook his head.

"Don't touch me, Liam, just don't!", he hissed.

"Not just Liam, everyone. Don't touch me, don't talk to me, just leave me the fuck alone! I'm going out for a smoke now and if anyone tries to chase after me, we will have a huge problem, okay?"

Liam took a deep breath. This wasn't the first time something like this happened. In the last five years, Liam had witnessed countless fights, mental breakdowns and panic attacks. He knew his bandmates better then he knew himself.
They could fix this. Like they always did. Right?

"Zayn. There's a storm outside. It isn't save for you to go out. I get that you're upset, but I don't want you to-"

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, LIAM!", Zayn screamed.

Before Liam could react, Zayn had slammed the door of the bus.

Fuck.

"Liam? Are you alright, man?", Alex asked worriedly.

"No he isn't. He is sad because of One Direction", the guy with the red beanie babbled.

That summed it up perfectly.

Liam fought against the tears. His eyes were burning and he had a lump in his throat.

"I have to go", he muttered and got up from his bar stool.

"What? Liam, you can't just..."

But Liam didn't care. He stormed out of the bar and got into his car as quick as possible.

The car windows were tinted, so nobody was able to see that Liam Payne broke down crying once he'd shut the door.

This was one hell of a ride. I'm emotionally drained, tired, my phone keeps deleting stuff and my English sucks.

But I still decided to keep writing.

14 people read the last chapter. HOW? THANK YOU GUYS!

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And yeah, I wanted to write about how amazing midnight is and of course, about the FUCKING REUNION, but I'm very tired and my phone keeps doing weird things to this chapter, so I'll just post this now.