Forever Young

They're best friends, always have been. But she has secrets that she hides underneath long sleeved sweaters. She has secrets that she hides behind back handed comments and the six strings of her guitar. She has secrets that she hides from her best friend.


5. Pizza

I blinked my eyes open slowly, my head felt heavy and I was very disorientated. As my eyes slid into focus, I realised my cheek was pressed to the lino underneath the bathroom sink and that my wrist was dully aching. I glanced down at it, my hand was pressed to my thigh, I sighed as I pulled it back, there was a rust coloured stain on my jeans and my wrist was now throbbing. I slowly pulled myself up onto my knees and then onto my feet, my knees were wobbly and my neck was stiff, but my biggest concern was still my wrist. I looked up and groaned catching sight of my reflection in the mirror. It was even worse than usual. My eyes were puffy and red, mascara and eyeliner was smeared down my cheeks, I had a line indentation from the lino across my right cheek and I didn't even wanna get started on my hair. I ran my fingers through it quickly, careful to dodge the major knots and and shoved it into a messy bun. Next I grabbed a small face cloth, dampened it with warm water and washed all the tears and makeup off my face. I took a deep breath and looked back up at the mirror. My eyes looked wide and bare without the black eyeliner, I almost didn't recognise myself. I quickly rubbed out the stain in my jeans and then lifted my wrist for closer inspection. The cuts weren't as deep as they had been in the past, but that didn't mean they weren't bad. I dabbed the facecloth on them gently, it stung a little, but not more than I could handle. I bandaged it carefully and piled on the bracelets that I kept in the bottom drawer to hide the white gauze. 

As if on cue, the bus door banged open, "Zo?" I heard Niall call, "we're back!"

I plastered on a grin and walked out of the bathroom door and down the hall, "hey," I said cheerily, "how did it go?" I asked, stepping into the lounge room area and falling onto the couch

"Amazing!" Louis said laughing, twirling a lacy pink bra in his right hands, "the crowd was extra excited tonight!"

Niall laughed and sat down next to me, he looked at me for a moment and frowned, "you should not wear make up more often," he smiled, "you're beautiful," the boys nodded in agreement.

I blushed slightly, but I didn't know how to respond, so I just smiled.

"We'll be staying in a hotel tonight by the way," said Liam, heading towards the boys room, behind the bathroom, "so you might wanna pack your night things," Louis nodded, and trailed behind, yawning.


I pulled my suitcase behind me, as we climbed out of the tour bus quietly, not wanting to attract any attention from the fans. Paul was glancing left and right down the deserted black street, it didn't look like anyone was coming though. I lagged behind a little as my suitcase caught on a small stone. Niall turned to look at me and smiling he stuck his hand out, "here, let me take it," he took the suitcase from me and effortlessly carried it through the lobby to the elevators.

"Do we have the penthouse?" I asked as the elevator doors dinged open.

Zayn sighed, "no, for once we don't... We've got four rooms, Paul will have is own, Lou and Harry'll be together and I'll be Liam," he slipped Liam a wink and I chuckled.

"Which leaves you with me," Niall grinned, stepping into the elevator behind me.

I kept my eyes on the back of the elevator, keeping my blush in check before turning to face the boys.

Louis was playing with Harry's curls and Liam was eyeing them off frowning, "don't try anything funny tonight," he said in a warning tone. Louis just laughed.


I gasped as we stepped through the doors of room 1109. It was like a mini apartment, except that it smelt better, like cinnamon and freesias. There was a table in the centre of the carpeted room, with a bowl of glossy fruit and a large chandelier hung over it. One either side of the room were two bedrooms plus on the right was smaller door at the end with "male" written on it in fancy cursive writing and on the right was a door with "female" written on it in the same font.

"So what d'you think?" Paul asked, already dragging his case behind him to the nearest door on the right.

"It's awesome!" chirped Louis, pulling Harry behind him to the other room on the right.

The others murmured their agreement.

"It smells amazing," I added. They laughed and agreed.

"Come on," said Niall, "I want this room," he pulled me to the one nearest to us on the left.

I followed him, my feet sinking into the thick carpet comfortably. Niall opened the door with a flourish, "ta da!" he said, grinning. The room was kind of amazing, with a microwave and sink to the left and a balcony. Niall walked over to a mini fridge in the far right corner and pulled out a can of coke.

I giggled slightly, "Niall," I said and he turned around.

"Yeah?" he asked, taking a sip of coke.

"There's only one bed..." I pointed to it and looked at him.

"Yeah I know," he wiggled his eyebrows and I burst into a fit of giggles.

"You're such a pervert I swear!"

He playfully gasped, "me?"

I walked towards him, "yeah, now gimme some," I said snatching the can from his hand and took a sip while sitting down on his bed.

He laughed and pulled his hoodie and white V-neck T-shirt off.

My eyes widened and I nearly choked on the coke, "you okay?" Harry raised an eyebrow and threw his shirt and hoodie on the bed.

It took everything in me not to stare at his perfectly toned abs and his pants that were halfway down his ass and showing his grey boxers. Since when had he been working out? "W-what are you doing?" I stammered.

"Huh?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Why take your shirt off?" I clapped my hand over my mouth.

"What?" he laughed, "it's not like you haven't seen me like this before."

Yeah, that's when you had like no abs, and now - damn. "Yeah, but-"

"What, is this making you uncomfortable? I know you like it," he winked and I felt my cheeks redden. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him, he didn't dodge it, he just caught it. He chuckled and shook his head.

"You're so conceited, Niall," I laughed.

"Nah, I'm just sexy," he grinned, "no actually I'm just gonna have shower," he pointed towards the door, "see you in a bit," he winked.

I flopped backwards onto the bed. I loved these moments, when we could laugh and joke about whatever. This was why he was my best friend and why it had to stay this way. I felt happy. And that was rare for me.


"Yo, Zoe!" Louis bellowed, "can you ask Niall if he want pizza?"

I chuckled, "do you even have to ask?"

"Touche," replied Louis, "you want some?"

I glanced at my phone, "Louis," I frowned, "it's twelve forty, I'll just steal a piece from you guys," I grinned.

"Any time is pizza time!" Louis yelled back at me. I laughed, deciding to hang in Louis' and Harry's room til Niall got dressed. Dealing with a dripping wet Nialler in just a towel was really not on my to do list at the moment.


"Pizza's here, pizza's here!" Niall yelled excitedly, running back to Louis' and Harry's room with five steaming boxed of pizza. My mouth watered automatically, I hadn't eaten all day. I'd had a glass of green tea at about eight this morning, but that was all and I could feel my stomach rumbling now at the thought of the delicious hot cheese. But I ignored it, like I always did.

"Oh my god," said Louis suddenly looking up from his slice of pizza, "let's play truth or dare!"


I rolled my eyes, "what are we?" I asked, "twelve?"

Louis shot me a frown, "nooo," he said drawing it out.

"Yeeaahh," Zayn said, sipping from his can of Dr. Pepper, "plus it's late and we have work to do tomorrow..."

Louis sighed, "fine... but you all suck"

I laughed, pulling my knees up to my chest, and resting my chin on them.

Harry looked at me and frowned, "you haven't had any pizza yet, you want any? With Niall here it's gonna be gone any second.."

I thought for a second and grabbed a slice, "Yeah," I said, "but do you mind if I eat in my room? I'm pretty beat,"

"No problem," Harry, said his mouth full of pizza.

"Night guys," I smiled.

"Night, Zo," they grinned.

"I'll be in in a few," Niall said winking.

I chuckled and walked over to our room, I snapped the light on and sunk onto the bed. I stared at the pizza slice for a good twenty seconds. I knew I was supposed to eat it. I really did. But I couldn't. I took a couple of quick steps toward the sliding glass doors of the balcony, I pulled them open quickly and threw my pizza over the edge. I heard a faint splat as it landed on the concrete below, I smiled in satisfaction. It was so easy to make me happy sometimes.

I was only faintly aware of Niall slipping through the door in the dark, pulling his jeans and shirt off and sliding into bed next to me. But I was suddenly very aware when Niall snuck his arms around my waist and pulled me in close, "Zoe?" he whispered, but I didn't answer. I was determined on pretending that I was asleep. He sighed, "Zoe, I went downstairs to keep Zayn company while he had a smoke...I saw your piece of pizza..." Still I remained silent, all though my heartbeat was dancing a freaking conga. "Zoe... I'm worried about you," he said, his breath warm on the back of my neck.

"Why worry about me?" I asked quietly.

"Because you're hurting," he replied.

"And to think," I said, "we couldn't wait to grow up..."

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