Luz’s P.O.V.:
I hate them. To come here, and always try to change me, to help me through everything while I’m trying so hard to forget about them, to erase them from my life. I love them but I don’t want them in my life. They all remind me who I was when Zayn was with me. I don’t want to remind of that girl. She doesn’t exist anymore. I don’t have her smile; I’m not as beautiful as she was. I’m not that girl. I’m different. I open my room door and go to the living room. They are so stubborn. I’m searching for the first aid kit I’ve left. I sit on the ground and start to clean my wounds. “Let me do it” Liam says, grabbing the cotton and doing it. I don’t stop him. Maybe I need help. I don’t know. I don’t even look at them. I feel my tears are threatening to fall. I try to stop them as much as possible. “I… Help me.” I mumble quietly.
I start sobbing. I don’t know why, maybe because I missed them so much. Maybe because he’s there, I don’t know. I feel someone wrapping his hand around my shoulders. Liam. “Shhhh… That’s alright. We’ll help you.” He whispers. Liam always has been like a brother for me. The boys always have been brothers for me. Liam is more like a dad. I don’t know why they want to protect me so much. I let my sobs become harder. “I… I’m sorry” I practically yell. I feel Liam making me stand up and other arms tightening around my body. “I’m so sorry. I should have asked for help. Sorry.” I repeat. “Stop doing that to yourself. Please…” Zayn’s voice mumbles into my ear. Someone makes me sit on the couch, beside my cuddly. I take it and hug it. I love it, he always wipes my tears, it reminds me of my dad, because he wasn’t always when I was younger, because of work. I bury my face into it, and lie on the couch, face against the wall. Someone is patting slowly my head. “Thank you” I murmur.

Harry’s P.O.V.:
I pat her head, like a little girl and start humming her favourite song, Moments. We’ll always be here for you; you’re like a little sister for us. She seemed so different for a moment, but that’s our Luz, our little sister. She’s so important for us, more than she’ll ever understand. She saved Zayn. He was so destroyed when Perrie broke up with him. She appeared like an angel and helped him; she pulled him out from an abyss he was slowly skidding in. You’re important to us Luz; we owe you to have Zayn today. You’re important, more for him though. He won’t tell you, because he’s too afraid, but you’re important to him. He misses you. We all feel it in how he looks at you right now, with his desperate eyes, he wants to take all your pain away.

Liam’s P.O.V.:
I go to the kitchen, to make some tea. I open some cupboards and find what I need to make it. That's a little sad in there. Luz… Our little Luz. We should have done something before, something to prevent that. She’s so fragile, so weak. She needed us at that moment, but we won’t let her fall more than this, we’ll fix her.
“Liam?” Zayn calls me.
“Hum… Yeah?”
“I… She’s… That’s my entire fault. That’s my entire fault if she is so... Not herself anymore” He mumbles.
“No. No Zayn. You need to be strong. Stop blaming yourself ok? She needs our help.” I tell him.
He nods shyly and returns in the living room. I take out my phone and type Danielle’s number. “Love? Yeah… She’s… You can come, she’ll be glad to see us all around to help her.” I tell her. “Ok. We’re waiting for you girls.” I hung up the phone.
I stay in the kitchen, waiting for the tea. Louis enters.
“Is she ok?” I ask him.
“Mm…” He nods. “She felt asleep.”
“She’ll wake up for the tea. Eleanor and Dani are coming…”
“She’ll be happy to see them.” Louis says.
“And if she overreacts?” Niall asks coming into the kitchen.
“They’ll understand and wait for her to calm down.” I answer turning to the tea.

Notes

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