Sarah's POV***
"What do I do?" I asked quickly. "Answer!" Liam replied. "No, give it-" too late, I had already answered. "Hello?" I said. "Hey," Zayn replied on the other side. Liam and Bailey sat down to watch, which made me very anxious. I wasn't all that good with crowds. "Why-" "Where are you?" He cut me off. "I figured you'd know that," I replied softly. "I meant where exactly," he clarified. "Why do you want to know?" I demanded. Tears filled the corners of my eyes as I tried my hardest to keep them from spilling out. "I'm going to come get you, I miss you and I just can't- you need to be here," he explained. "No, I'm stayng here." "Look, like I said, you can't just get up and leave!" He roared. A few tears streamed down my face. I stayed silent for a minute. "Sarah?" His voice thundered through my mind. "What?" I cried. "Are you seriously crying? You're the one who left me. Maybe you should think about that," I heard his voice crack, but it made me furious that he would say that. "Me? Think about what I've done? Maybe you should stop and think about how bad you are when you drink! How you tear me apart every time you yell at me! Why does it always have to be about what I've done? I'm not an evil-" I was pouring my heart out as Bailey took the phone from me. "Liam take it," she whispered. "Zayn, Zayn, mate. Calm down. Look, I know, I know. Just let her calm down. She'll call you later, I swear. Alright, bye." I went limp and fell into the floor, curling up into the fedal position. I clenched my fists as I bawled into the carpet. I didn't care how much of a baby I looked like right now. I wanted to talk to him rationally, for five minutes. I wanted to tell him I love him. I couldn't blame him for the fights as much as myself. I suppose I just wasn't all that great of a person, after all. After a few minutes of crying my eyes out, I calmed down a bit, stitting up and rocking back and forth. I almost couldn't breath and my eyes were numb. Bailey sat down beside me and held me. "Not right now, Bailey." I knew she'd understand. She's the most understanding person I know. "Alright." She patted my back and stood. She and Liam took my things upstairs to my room while I sat there, wallowing in my pain. I just wanted to see him.
Zayn's POV***
"Why?" I whispered to her picture. "I can't believe you can actually stand being away from me." Maybe it was best that she left. I turned on the radio and 'All Out of Love' by Air Supply was on. That would be the only thing on the radio at the moment. I remembered one day when Sarah and I were in the car, singing along with it. She looked over at me and said, "I'll never be out of love for you, baby," with that cute little grin. That grin that always drove me crazy. I bit my lip, trying not to cry. Men aren't supposed to cry. "Honey, it's cute when men cry. Besides, if it's bothering you, let it out," I remembered her saying. I couldn't handle it. All at once, my tears just broke through. I pulled my knees to my chest. I took a deep breath and a drink of scotch. It burned my throat as the tears did my eyes. I stood and layed down in bed. I wanted to sleep. Maybe sleep would help me forget about things for a while. I continued to cry, holding her pillow close to my heart. I wanted her back with me. A pillow just wasn't the same. I still held it though, eventually falling asleep.
Sarah's POV***
After about thirty minutes of calming down and gaining back the strength I had lost, I stood, walking to the staircase. I walked up and found Liam and Bailey in their room cuddling and watching Toy Story together. It devistated me even more to see another couple like Zayn and I had once been. "Hey, Sarah, I invited an old friend of yours over tonight," she smiled anxiously. I honestly didn't want to see anyone at the moment. I just wanted to finish off those tears I was nearly out of. "Okay," I said, simply, walking to my room. I laid down on my bed and a few more tears fell to the sheets as I stared out the window. There was a bright light, coming from a car pulling up, outside. After about five minutes, there was a knock at my bedroom door. "Are you this "old friend" that's coming to see me?" I moaned wiping my face. "Uhh, I don't know, am I?" I heard all-too-familiar voice reply. I jumped up and ran to the door. "Danny!?" I gasped with a grin. He nodded with a grin, as well. "Well," he spread his arms, "are you going to hug me?" I nearly leaped into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I've missed you so much!" I cried. "I've missed you, love," he hugged me tighter, sounding so serious. "Are those tattoos?" He finally asked with a bit of a laugh. "Yeah," I admitted, "I love them." He grinned. I had known Danny Jones since about 8 or 9 years before and we had been close ever since. We met at a toy store in downtown Bradford and started playing hide-and-go-seek with eachother amongst the isles.
"Hey," he laughed, snapping me out of my flashback. "What?" I said laughing back. "You look too serious, laugh a little!" He replied poking my cheek. "Cute, real cute, " I rolled my eyes with a smirk. "You know it is," he joked. I looked over at him as his hair fell in his eyes. "Do you do that just to bug me?" I laughed pushing it back. He looked to the side, "Maybe." "Well," I huffed standing up and looking out the window. He came and stood beside me and looked out the window, as well. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Uh, Danny?" "Yeah?" He was oblivious. "What are you doing?" I laughed a bit. "Oh," he put his arm down, "sorry." I looked at him strangely and then back out the window. What the heck was he doing?
