Over Again

Chapter 6

Liam's P.O.V.

I followed the boys to the back to start the campfire. We all chipped in to set up the place faster. Each of us personally assigned a task to do. Harry and Louis started collecting the wood we would use for the fire. Niall took out the marshmallows he hid in his shirt and put all the drinks in the cooler outside already waiting. I set up the lounge chairs around the spot where we would build the bonfire.

Each of us contently sat on the chairs when we finished our jobs. We sat and stared for a few minutes. There was a calming silence that grew among us, which really made me feel more relaxed. After a while I thought about Zayn. What was going on with that boy? What was going on with me? Why was harry acting all weird at dinner earlier? Why was I batting my head with all these questions? And why was he taking so long in the house?! Obviously getting more question than answers, I just shrugged at my own thoughts and let it go to the silence. I shivered at the cold air that ran across my face and held my hands to keep them warm.

After a while we heard someone clear a throat. Louis glared each of us like we knew what he was thinking about.

He once more cleared his throat. "Sorry lads, I didn't want to disturbed the mood but where the hell are the matches?" He waved his hands in the air, trying to make his point.

The three of us looked at each other as we saw that we almost fell asleep on the chairs without noticing that our little bonfire wasn't even lit. We all cracked in laughter at the same time as I stood up and headed back to the house to get the little sticks to get our campfire started.

As I went through the door which enters to the hallway leading to the kitchen, I heard Doniya, Zayn's older sister, gasping and saying, "Oh my geee! Are you saying, what I think your saying?" A little bit curious of their conversation, I came closer and stood beside the entrance to the kitchen. I peaked and saw Zayn, his sister and his mother.

Raising her eyebrows, Tricia asked, "What? What? What did he say?" Trisha said while blinking. Doniya came closer to Trisha and whispered in her ear and she dropped her jaw, "Really?"

Zayn nodded and said "Harry, my band mate is my ex but here's the catch. He seems to have forgotten me."

What?! What did he just say?! Harry and Zayn had a relationship? When did that happen? So that's why he acted a little bit off whenever Harry was around. Their conversation became inaudible to me while I stood in shock. I stared a bit on the wall and shook my head and returned to their conversation.

"Why does it matter? He doesn't remember, just let it go and forget about it. Unless there's more you aren't telling us?" Doniya said. I inventively waited for Zayn's reply, each second making my heart beat louder, which was very deafening. I waited for his words for what seemed like hours when he finally said, "I tried doing what you said. I tried to forget about it but it got worse. I thought I moved on but there was still lingering feelings and it grew through the years. Now I couldn't stand it." I heard him sobbing and that broke me. "I can't tell him now, I'm afraid he might get spooked and I would ruin the group for the rest of the lads."

I was crashed with his words. I felt I was about to burst into tears. I couldn't stand Zayn being this sad. I always want him to be happy and why can't he? I obviously cared for this boy more than I wanted but unsure still to what extent. But I was also crushed because I wanted him to feel this way towards me instead. I wanted to be in Harry's place.

As the tears threatened to spill over my eyelids Niall yelled through the house, very loudly at that matter, "Liam you're talking your time with those matches! Come on the marshmallows are getting cold!" I rolled my eyes and wipe the tears before entering the kitchen. I gave Zayn and his family an awkward smile. Directly going to the counter grabbing the matches and stuttered, "Uhm, just getting the matches, don't mind me." Then I darted for the door.

I took my seat beside Niall and threw the matches to Louis to officially start off the campfire. Louis struck the box and lit one stick, he quickly bent over and lit dried leaves under the wood. After a slow start the flame grew stronger. "Yeeeeeehhhh!" We all cheered together.

Soon after Zayn emerged from the back door and filled up the sit next to Niall and Louis. I looked at him and he caught me. I slightly nodded my head and smiled. He did the same. He clearly had problems and I wanted to talk to him about it. Hopefully he'd open up to me, if not, well let's just say I won't pressure him. Personally I don't even think about Harry and Zayn getting together because I don't see it.

We sat around the campfire, forming a circle. Louis sat near the door, Harry on his right, followed by me, then Niall and then Zayn. Niall and Zayn acting comfortable again, poking each other. I just gave them a glare hoping no one would see. We spent the night asking each other what would have happened if things happened differently in the past, would we still have this much fame. I asked "What would have happened if even one of us didn't make it." I thought about my own question. Zayn straightened his face and said, "I don't know." We all stayed quiet and soaked it all in.

Louis and his humor always cheered us up even at the lowest and darkest of times. He had a strong will and fond of speaking his mind. He gave the band the care free attitude. Niall was always and will ever be lovable. He just makes you feel like you want to love him forever. He gives the group that Soft and innocent vibe. Then there's Harry, the boy next door. He has the charm to win over any crowd. He gives the edge of seductiveness in the group. Then there's Zayn. I couldn't stand to think to not have Zayn in the group and never have met him. He was given the title of the bradford bad boy. He gave off a mysterious aura and he showed a strong demeanor. He is responsible for the unpredictability of the group. And me given the title as "Daddy Direction" by our fans, I caught Zayn's mysterious side as a saying that he didn't trust anyone yet and I wanted to break that. I wanted Zayn to open up because bottling up all those emotions is not good for your health. That is why when I saw Zayn teary eyed with tear tracks on his cheek; I knew he couldn't take all the pressure anymore. I'm glad his family helped relieve the strain on him.

I closed my eyes and just got lost in my thought that I didn't notice it was passed midnight.

Harry's P.O.V.

We got up and put out the fire. We gave each other good nights and went to our rooms. Niall and Zayn went to their room and I couldn't help the likes of me getting annoyed at the sight of them still energetic at this ungodly hour. I looked at my right, Liam also giving the same look of annoyance and looked at me. "G'night." He said and I replied the same as he slammed his door and I went to mine and Louis room, gently closing the door, not wanting to startle anyone like Liam did.

When I found Louis already snug underneath the covers, I pounced on top of him. He gave off a fake girly scream. He put his arms on his chest mimicking a cat, "Oh mister Lion please don't eat me, I'm just a little Tommo pussycat." He said with a grin. We both laughed at his gesture and I fell beside him holding my stomach. We just lay down and looked at the ceiling. "Hey Harry, You still awake?" He called. I just hummed to answer back.

"Harry can I ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

"You think if we just came out with the truth, we could have lasted?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I just noticed that all these chapters happened in one day... Wow what a slow day for 1D

Soooo... Larry, was a thing. And Liam overheard Zayn but Zayn didn't suspect a thing. #LarryIsReal