Undercover Protector
Mate?
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Zayn’s POV:
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…. 2 Months Later ….
Nothing was the same again, not like when she was around. I recall her funeral by the moment; she can never be forgotten no matter what may change our lives in the future. The lads and I gathered after Nicole’s funeral, and we decided to tell Simon that we need a break from everything. Our fans were very understanding to our choice, and they knew that we all needed time to morn. Harry never spoke since that day; only minimal words escaped his mouth. Mostly they were: “Hi, I have to go, don’t bother me” and that’s all.
He kept isolating himself in his house in London, and whenever I or the rest of the boys call; he wouldn’t reply. If I kept crying for the first two weeks every night, then I have no idea what Harold must have done during that time. It was like the energy source was taken away from all of us, none of us dared to even joke, or smile anymore; it didn’t feel right. Our ladies where very helpful in the process, even our families; they understood how much she meant for us all.
Today, I decided on a plan with Liam, Niall, and Louis to go over Harry’s place; and help him get back to his senses. We just arrived to his place, and Louis parked the car. “I’m not sure he’ll be cheerful.” Liam spoke and I patted his shoulder as we 4 walked to his house. The security guard let us in, and we knocked on his door; praying he would listen to us for once since Nicole’s departure. “(She smiles and greets.) Hello, please come in.” Harry’s housekeeper welcomed us, as we went inside; we haven’t told him that we were coming, only because he never answers our calls. “I’ll tell Mr. Styles that you’re all here.” The middle aged housekeeper spoke, but Niall shook his head and replied: “We’ll go to him ourselves, is he upstairs?” She nodded and we climbed to his room. Louis knocked the door, but no one replied, he looked at us and we shrugged. “Just open it, he might be asleep.” Liam spoke, and Louis turned the door knob.
The smell of the room was unbearable, it smelled like a nasty stench, and I am sure those windows were never opened to air out the room. We entered the room, and saw him sitting in the corner of the wall, racking his body back and forth as he sobbed in silence; making his tears splash to a picture he held in his left hand. His right arm recovered a month ago, but he still uses his left hand more since he got used to the situation.
“Mate?” I spoke as I kneeled down to his height, he didn’t even look at me. “(He whispered in a squeaky tone.) Wasn’t she beautiful…?” I looked at the picture in his hand, and I noticed it was my dear friend.“She was and she will always be… Come on Harry stand up.” I lifted his arms, as he was a lifeless toy, moving however I guided him. “We need to make him shower.” Niall announced and I nodded. Louis and Liam took him from my hold, and helped him to the bathroom.
“I’m heading to LA tomorrow.” Niall announced as him and I were standing outside of Harry’s room, waiting for him and the others. “Why? What do you have there?” I asked him confused. “I miss Amanda, that’s all. I’m planning on surprising her. Maybe even get with her to the official base, hopefully.” I hugged Niall, and I spoke. “I’m sure you two will be happy, if she accepts.” He forced a smile, and I did the same. “(His voice sounded upset and quivery.) Why are you going to LA…?” We didn’t notice that Harry was done with his shower, but as he approached us with Liam and Louis behind him, I knew this wouldn’t be what he would want to hear.
Zayn’s POV:
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…. 2 Months Later ….
Nothing was the same again, not like when she was around. I recall her funeral by the moment; she can never be forgotten no matter what may change our lives in the future. The lads and I gathered after Nicole’s funeral, and we decided to tell Simon that we need a break from everything. Our fans were very understanding to our choice, and they knew that we all needed time to morn. Harry never spoke since that day; only minimal words escaped his mouth. Mostly they were: “Hi, I have to go, don’t bother me” and that’s all.
He kept isolating himself in his house in London, and whenever I or the rest of the boys call; he wouldn’t reply. If I kept crying for the first two weeks every night, then I have no idea what Harold must have done during that time. It was like the energy source was taken away from all of us, none of us dared to even joke, or smile anymore; it didn’t feel right. Our ladies where very helpful in the process, even our families; they understood how much she meant for us all.
Today, I decided on a plan with Liam, Niall, and Louis to go over Harry’s place; and help him get back to his senses. We just arrived to his place, and Louis parked the car. “I’m not sure he’ll be cheerful.” Liam spoke and I patted his shoulder as we 4 walked to his house. The security guard let us in, and we knocked on his door; praying he would listen to us for once since Nicole’s departure. “(She smiles and greets.) Hello, please come in.” Harry’s housekeeper welcomed us, as we went inside; we haven’t told him that we were coming, only because he never answers our calls. “I’ll tell Mr. Styles that you’re all here.” The middle aged housekeeper spoke, but Niall shook his head and replied: “We’ll go to him ourselves, is he upstairs?” She nodded and we climbed to his room. Louis knocked the door, but no one replied, he looked at us and we shrugged. “Just open it, he might be asleep.” Liam spoke, and Louis turned the door knob.
The smell of the room was unbearable, it smelled like a nasty stench, and I am sure those windows were never opened to air out the room. We entered the room, and saw him sitting in the corner of the wall, racking his body back and forth as he sobbed in silence; making his tears splash to a picture he held in his left hand. His right arm recovered a month ago, but he still uses his left hand more since he got used to the situation.
“Mate?” I spoke as I kneeled down to his height, he didn’t even look at me. “(He whispered in a squeaky tone.) Wasn’t she beautiful…?” I looked at the picture in his hand, and I noticed it was my dear friend.“She was and she will always be… Come on Harry stand up.” I lifted his arms, as he was a lifeless toy, moving however I guided him. “We need to make him shower.” Niall announced and I nodded. Louis and Liam took him from my hold, and helped him to the bathroom.
“I’m heading to LA tomorrow.” Niall announced as him and I were standing outside of Harry’s room, waiting for him and the others. “Why? What do you have there?” I asked him confused. “I miss Amanda, that’s all. I’m planning on surprising her. Maybe even get with her to the official base, hopefully.” I hugged Niall, and I spoke. “I’m sure you two will be happy, if she accepts.” He forced a smile, and I did the same. “(His voice sounded upset and quivery.) Why are you going to LA…?” We didn’t notice that Harry was done with his shower, but as he approached us with Liam and Louis behind him, I knew this wouldn’t be what he would want to hear.
Notes
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5/26/14