Midnight Memories
Aftermath
Zayn's POV
The boys and Jessie had left the house at 6 P.M., December 24. I had fallen asleep at about 10, exhausted. By the time I had woken up on Christmas morning (which was probably around 6 am), everyone was asleep (except for somebody who was watching the t.v.).
When I got outside, I found chaos everywhere. Broken glass, ripped couches and curtains, clothes on the floor by the door, and everything was out of place or upside-down. It was obvious that someone had been at the peak of his anger in here (I mean, what a terrible start for Christmas, right?)
I found a picture of the boys and I. It was my favorite picture of us. But not anymore. Louis and I were crossed out in thick red marker.
At the far end of the room, the t.v. was on (it was the only thing not broken), with Harry sitting on the floor in front of it, staring up and the screen. I went over to Harry, who seemed to be in the state of anger. I was confused at his anger.
Harry looked up at me and said, as if he had read my mind, "the concert Zayn, the concert." I looked up at the t.v. and soon figured out that he was watching the concert. Each boy had had dull, fake, smiles on their faces, and dull-looking eyes. Long spaces were in the song were Louis and I were supposed to be singing. The camera zoomed up on Liam's face, and I could see that he was crying.
The cheers of the crowd weren't nearly as loud as usual. In fact, you could hear some people booing. I put my arm around Harry, wishing I could tell him that we could make it through this, and that everything would turn out okay.
Fortunately, he seemed to understand what I was trying to get across. However, he replied with anger in his voice. "No Zayn, it's over." Harry got up, and stormed to his room. I had a feeling that this Christmas wasn't going to be very jolly.
The boys and Jessie had left the house at 6 P.M., December 24. I had fallen asleep at about 10, exhausted. By the time I had woken up on Christmas morning (which was probably around 6 am), everyone was asleep (except for somebody who was watching the t.v.).
When I got outside, I found chaos everywhere. Broken glass, ripped couches and curtains, clothes on the floor by the door, and everything was out of place or upside-down. It was obvious that someone had been at the peak of his anger in here (I mean, what a terrible start for Christmas, right?)
I found a picture of the boys and I. It was my favorite picture of us. But not anymore. Louis and I were crossed out in thick red marker.
At the far end of the room, the t.v. was on (it was the only thing not broken), with Harry sitting on the floor in front of it, staring up and the screen. I went over to Harry, who seemed to be in the state of anger. I was confused at his anger.
Harry looked up at me and said, as if he had read my mind, "the concert Zayn, the concert." I looked up at the t.v. and soon figured out that he was watching the concert. Each boy had had dull, fake, smiles on their faces, and dull-looking eyes. Long spaces were in the song were Louis and I were supposed to be singing. The camera zoomed up on Liam's face, and I could see that he was crying.
The cheers of the crowd weren't nearly as loud as usual. In fact, you could hear some people booing. I put my arm around Harry, wishing I could tell him that we could make it through this, and that everything would turn out okay.
Fortunately, he seemed to understand what I was trying to get across. However, he replied with anger in his voice. "No Zayn, it's over." Harry got up, and stormed to his room. I had a feeling that this Christmas wasn't going to be very jolly.
Love this story! ;) So sad that it's over :(
1/18/14