Lost and Found

"Did you guys talk?" Lyna whispered in my ear. I craned my head up to her place on the couch. Her blonde hair was falling in her face as she desperately tried to look me in the eye. I looked back at the ground, shaking my head no. I don't know why I got so upset. The kitchen was a perfect time to talk with him and I totally freaked out inside. I wimped out. I just don't want to see him react. It could be bad for all I know. There was no excuse to just explode on him though. His question was completely reasonable. I was just... i don't know...being stupid I guess.

"Why not?" She inquired, moving to sit next to me. She's such a good friend to me. I don't deserve her. I let my heavy head fall on her shoulder, trying to blink back my tears. There's no good reason for me to cry. It's not like Zayn yelled at me like I yelled at him. He should be the one upset. For all I know, he could be.

"I'm an idiot." I choked out, barely getting the words out before my throat closed up, thick with emotion.

"How so?"

"I yelled at him for no reason." I watched as Louis stood up, announcing that he was going to grab a glass of water. "I can get it." I mumbled, not really meaning the words. I would get it for him, but having to face Zayn again is not on the top of my list right now. I'm sure Louis saw the sheen of tears on my eyes because his face turned into a mask of pity.

"I got it. Don't worry." He waved me off, offering up a half smile. I thanked him silently as he left. He doesn't even know how grateful I am to him right now. He left the room, moving toward the kitchen. Him and Zayn are probably gonna have a bro talk. About how terrible I am and how I'm a bitch. God, they all are gonna hate me by the end of the day. It's just a matter of time. I let my gaze travel to Belle and Harry, who were laughing nonstop on one of the couches. Then I looked at Niall and Liam who had found the tv remote and were arguing about some football call. Boys and their sports.

"So? How?" Lyna pestered, laying her head down on top of mine. Awww, I love this girl! Don't get me wrong, we arent gay together. We're just are really really close. Like family, you could say.

"I just yelled at him for no reason. I got upset over nothing. I'm such a dumbass." I muttered, unwillingly letting a single tear trail down my cheek. It left a streak of water in its wake, the path shiny and most likely noticable. Luckily, no one else was paying attention to us. Lyna noticed though.

"Andi." She sighed sympathetically. I sniffled, another few tears dropping out of my eyes. One clung to my eyelash like a dew drop on a blade of grass.

"I don't know why I'm so stupid. I just...he wanted to know why I left yesterday, why we left, and I paniced. I was gonna tell him too. You know that Lyna." I cried. Thank god I'm a silent crier. This is so embarassing, but I have no energy to leave the room. Even if I did, people would notice if I stood up and left the room crying. Better to just stay and hope that nobody looks our way.

"I know."

I wiped away my tears. I gotta stop crying. There's no point to it. It's a waste of water, to be honest. "I gotta talk to him."

"Why don't you go now?" Lyna urged, her voice soft. It was a good thing too. If she was any louder, I'd break down again. She knows that.

"Louis is with him."

"How about after?"

"I don't-" I went to say, but Zayn walked back into the room, plopping down next to Liam and Niall, watching the game like the rest of them. My gaze followed him, but he refused to look my way. I bit my lip. The least he could do was meet my stare. I couldn't have pissed him off that much. After at least 20 seconds, Zayn's eyes drifted over to me. He held my gaze. The emotions I was recieving through it weren't as expected. Instead of harsh anger, it was more of a wistfulness. I wonder why.

"Louis needs help finding the cups." He stated at last, breaking the silence that rested just between us. I lifted my head from Lyna's shoulder, standing up.

"I knew I should have just gone to get it." I muttered, but Zayn heard me somehow.

"Yeah." I turned away from him, confused by how he was acting. He doesn't hate me? That's just strange. I have to talk to him after I help Louis. Speaking of which...the kitchen was empty. I stepped fully into the room, eyeing every place I could.

"Louis?" I called out tentatively. Where is he?

"BOO!!!"

"AHHHHHH!!!" I screamed. My feet left the ground, landing me on my bum. Laughter erupted from behind me and I whipped around to see Louis holding his stomach, dying of laughter. I glared at him.

"I-I'm so-so sorry. Th-that w-w-was just to-to fun-ny." He gasped between chuckles. I glared until he finally sobered and continued to glare until he came over and sat across from me on the floor.

"Okay, Andi. I don't need water. Never did."

"I kinda figured that out." I said stiffly. If not though, why did he want me in here? Does this have to do with Zayn?

"Yes this has to do with Zayn." He responded, reading my mind I gulped back anxiety. I really don't want to talk to Louis about all of this. But he's never gonna let me leave without answering his questions. For god sakes, his body's already blocking the doorway. Maybe I can make it. No. Probably not.

"What do you want to know?" I sighed, accepting this as reality.

"Let's start off easy." He said.

I waited for his question.

"What do you remember before you turned 16?"

Notes

Ooooo so Louis wants to have a deep conversation with Andi...hmmm interesting.

1. Why is Zayn not mad?

2. What is Andi going to talk about with Louis??

Love y'all!

-Izzy<3