The Diary of Mackenzie Robins: Life with only 4/5ths of One Direction

This is a sequel to "Are You the One?"

My name is Mackenzie Robins and I'm 18 years old. Let me start with the basics: My mom is dead, and my dad is dead. Yup pretty tragic I know, but there is a bright side: My best friends are Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik or One Direction and I'm in a long term relationship with Harry Edward Styles, I love that boy. But yet again there's a tragedy to that. Liam Payne is dead. This is his diary and he left it to me. So here I go, this is the story of life as 4/5ths of One Direction.

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1. Problems

 My name is Mackenzie Robins and I'm 18 years old. Let me start with the basics: My mom is dead, and my dad is dead. Yup pretty tragic I know, but there is a bright side: My best friends are Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik or One Direction. I'm in a long term relationship with Harry Edward Styles, I love that boy. But yet again there's a tragedy to that. Liam Payne is dead. This is his diary and he left it to me. So here I go, this is the story of life as 4/5ths of One Direction.  

 

It hasn't even been 2 days and the band is already falling apart. If you can hear me up there Liam, please help. Today was the boys first rehearsal without you and let me tell  you something, it did not go good. I'm sitting here writing while the boys are in the practice room trying to sort through all the chaos that just happened. Let me explain. Harry and I had just left the house, we live together now by the way, when Niall called us going crazy. "I can't do this. I can't. I just can't. Harry please." I heard Niall sob into the phone. An expression of panic washed through Harry's face, normally Harry would have conjured up the perfect words to make Niall feel better. He's amazing with words like that, but this was a touchy subject. I urged Harry to pass me the phone. "Niall, it's going to be alright. You can do this, don't worry." "But but..it's so hard.." his voice trailed off. 'I'll be right there with you, we can make it through this.." I whispered then added "Together" The word seemed to sooth him. His breathing evened out and he wasn't crying any more. "Okay" he replied, his thick Irish accent always put me in a trance. I quickly shook the feeling and hung up the phone. Harry raised his eyebrow as if to ask "What happened?" "He's all better now" I said proudly. "That's good. Thanks for helping me out with that." he said a little bit too quickly. "What's wrong?" I questioned him. We pulled up to the studio and he turned to face me. "It's just that..I..I guess I've been feeling like I'm no good anymore, you know? Like if I can't help..or..I just.." his voice faltered as he fumbled with his words. His eyes held a certain taint of sadness that made me wanna go to the ends of the world to get rid of it. I noticed he had puffy bags under his eyes and his face seemed paler than usual. "That's not true, Harry. You're going through a hard time, we all are. You can't just act all macho and try to make everything better all by yourself." I said firmly to him. "Stop being such a guy" I added while poking his side making him erupt in laughter. That was his tickle spot. "Now c'mon. This is a problem that we have to somehow cure as one big family" I gave him a slight smile then took his large hand in mine. "I guess you're right" he smiled back. "Of course I am" I winked at him. "Okay don't get too cocky now, just cause you can make me feel better doesn't mean anything" he chuckled then leaned in to my ear. "That's one of your special talents" he whispered. His breath was hot against my skin, goosebumps spread across my body. I had to resist the urge to kiss him, I turned quickly and ran out of the car, leaving Harry shocked with his mouth dangling open. "C'mon Harold you are sooooo slow" I teasingly shouted to him while turning to run inside the building. I had just walked in when I felt a large hand wrap around my waist. "Am not" he whispered in my ear. I smiled then removed his hand from my hip and placed it in my small one. We walked down the hallway till we found the room the boys were in. The rest of the boys greeted us then gave Harry his mic. I dropped his hand and walked to sit at a nearby table. They were first going to rehearse "Kiss You." I wondered how they would add Liam's beautiful vocals to the song. "Oh, I just wanna take you anywhere that you like. We could go out any day, any night. Baby I'll take you there.." Zayn began to sing. Then Harry and now came the problem. They planned to use a recording of Liam's voice to rehearse and play at concerts but something was wrong with the laptop they were using. The music went off and the boys went silent, now here comes the creepy part. "Leave!" a bone chilling voice shouted. We all looked at each other paralyzed. Louis rushed to the laptop. "G-G-Guys..I think you should see this" we all ran to the laptop and plastered on the screen was an image of Liam, but it wasn't quite him. His face was pale like that of a ghost and his eyes were red. The rest of the screen was black and the image seemed to glow out of the laptop. Holy crap. What was going on? "Leave!" the voice shouted again and this time we all bolted for the door. I was the last one out and as soon as I stepped out the door slammed shut. We were all staring at the door when 'Kiss You' began to boom from the speakers inside except it was only playing Liam's part. Everyone was going crazy at this point, we ran towards the entrance where Paul was waiting and cowered behind him. "What the?..What happened?" Paul asked us with his gruff voice. "T-t-the studio is h-h-haunted!" Zayn shouted. Paul erupted in laughter. What was wrong with him? "It's not a joke." someone said from behind me. I was confused that wasn't any of the boys voices, I turned to look who had said that and in front of me stood a possessed Niall. My eyes widened and I let out a yelp. His eyes were solid white and his body was slack. The room became silent then Niall dropped to the ground. What the hell? What the hell? Was all that I could think. Paul stepped forward cautiously, he picked Niall up and shook him. "Huh?" a sleepy Niall said. We all let out a huge sigh and stepped towards him. We were all staring at him wide eyed. "What?" he demanded "Stop staring at me." "Mate..you just got possessed  Louis said and patted him on the back. Niall's eyes got real big like if someone were forcing them open. "C'mon" Paul urged "Let's go figure out what happened" We all nodded our heads in agreement and walked back down the hallway and into the studio. The door was wide opened and everything inside was trashed. There was holes in the speakers and in the ground. How does that happen? Everyone walked in but I stayed right outside of the door. "I'm going to wait in the car" I blurted and ran out. I sucked in the fresh air and made my way to the car and now here I am writing in this diary, scared to death.  This is has been day one of life without Liam and already things were going down hill. Why does everything weird and bad happen to us? 

-Mackenzie 

(Liam signed all his diary entries, so I thought why not do the same?)

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