I know it's you

We were best friend. We met in X-factor and I immediately felt some kind of connection between us. He was shy and so was I.Maybe that’s the reason why I took to him instantly. I sometimes got jealous of his husky voice. It made him a talented singer. Mine? Normal as fuck. Perhaps what I’ve got was a little luck.

We were formed into a group called One Direction. First, we just tried to win something, to “fulfill our dream” generally speaking. But then, things got a little bit out of hand, and none of us could go back to the people we used to be, nor did we want. It was our first album that shot to the top of the chart in a blink of an eye. It had never crossed my mind that we could make such miracles happened.

*Flashback*

My phone vibrated. I just came back from the studio and should have been sleeping right now. I peered at the screen. Well, well, isn’t this Mr. Payne? The fucking bastard whose voice was like music to my ears. He should have known better than calling me at such a time. It was a tiring day and I couldn’t be anywhere else but my sweet bed. And he decided to butt in when I was trying to rest.

I picked up the phone unwillingly. Better be good, Payne.

And at the moment I said “ello?”, there was this loud hissing noise on the other side of the line.

“HOLY FUCK IT’S INCREASING. Zayn Zayn Zayn quick. Turn on the television, I mean your cellphone, no, a laptop. Album. Top. And the viewers on youtube. My gosh I’m dead.”

I widened my eyes. What the fuck was the guy talking about? “Chill, man. Stop being melodramatic. You gave me an earache.”

“I’ll cut your ears off if this is true. Please tell me I’m not dreaming.” Liam begged, his voice full of disbelief.

“OK you’re dreaming. Good bye.” I disconnected and immediately threw the phone violently to the wall and accidentally broke it. Phone later. TV first.

And that was how our life changed... Also, that was how my phone got upgraded.

*Ends flashback*

Whenever I reminisced how goofy Liam was then, a smile crept on my face. He used to be so adorable and I always loved picking on him, as if I didn’t now. Yeah. But however, I must say he had always been the first to inform me whenever there was anything important/unimportant happened. Well, that was the advantage for being someone’s best of best friends, right?!

I looked over at the phone. Reality flooded back in. The smile on my face disappeared. What was I thinking? We weren’t even best friend now. We were just… bandmate. Why was I waiting for him to apologize? Why was I thinking of apologizing to him? I did nothing wrong. I was just being moody. I wanted to be needed. I wanted to be treasured. Not by someone I didn’t know, but by someone I bonded, someone they called best friend. Was it wrong at all?

We were like this for months. We just released our newest album and got a little break. Usually, Liam and I would have shared the holiday together. Go to Starbucks for a drink, go to night club together just to not let the other get too drunk and hook up with random girls (that part was mostly done by Liam anyway).

Lately, however, we often fought. Fame didn’t go to my head, it was this stressful work that got to me. It sometimes drove me crazy and I couldn’t find sanity in my world. I had a mood swing (nearly a kind of sickness) and I easily got incensed over small things. I told Li, and he said he wouldn’t keep that in mind if I suddenly crossed the line and smack him in the head or kick him while we were on a tour (well, he actually didn’t say anything about it).  He said he would be there to calm me down whenever I felt uncertain. He said he would always be there.