Shadows *complete*

They were five. They were at the top. Until that day, two years ago. Five became three. They never understood what had truly happened. Until that day, two years too late. ~ « I'm afraid it's time to say Goodbye. »

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17. Trouble

Today's chapter is a special one! I decided to write it in one of the guys' POV and I chose Zayn! Enjoy! xx

 


 

Zayn's POV

 

*earlier that day*

 

"What the hell is he doing?!" I yelled in my empty living room, throwing my phone on the couch with anger.

Three times! I called him three times and he didn't answer! What is he playing at? What about our meeting today? I was sure he did it on purpose and he'll show up at the meeting late, as if he had ran through the whole city to get there... It wouldn't be the first time though...

Suddenly, my ringtone started off and I looked for my phone. Where did it land when I threw it? I sighed as Niall's number appeared on the screen. I wasn't expecting his call. What did he do this time?

"Hey Niall! What's up?" I tried not to sound harsh. I wasn't really in the mood today.

"Zayn! I thought you would necer answer!" I chuckled.

"I'm not like Harry, y'know..."

I thought he'd laugh at Harry but he didn't. It definitely wasn't a normal day. What was wrong with them today?

"I've called many times and he didn't answer. Seems like he turned his phone off. Have you heard of him lately?" I sighed.

I sat down on the couch, waiting for a reply from Niall but it didn't come.

"Niall? You're still there, ain't you? Hello?"

"We need to talk, Zayn," was all he said.

I shook my head. He must have done something pretty bad...

"Okay. Come here ASAP,  then."

No answer. Again.

"Niall, did you hear me?"

But he had already hung up.

 

 

 

 

Leaned against the door frame, I watched Niall walking up to my house. He kept looking around him as if he was afraid to be followed.

"Come on in!" I exclaimed, pushing myself aside so he could walk in. But he didn't move.

"I can't stay long. Sorry, mate." I had never seen him looking so serious.

"What's wrong? First Harry seems to be gone and then you act like you're in big trouble. What's wrong, for God's sake? Spill the beans!" I shouted, annoyed.

"You're right," he whispers. "Harry is gone. Even he doesn't know where he is. And I am in trouble." What did he just say? Harry's gone?

"To be honest, WE are in trouble, Zayn," he added.

I lifted my hand up in front of his face. "I'm not getting involved in your trouble. Find a way to get rid of those on your own this time!"

He sighed and lowered my hand.

"Whether you want it or not, you'll be involved. And it will end bad, Zayn."

"I don't get anything you're saying," I stuttered, starting to wonder if he was alright.

"I don't know everything but things will go bad for us soon." He took a sheet of paper out of his jacket and handed it to me.

"Promise me you won't trust anyone anymore, Zayn. Promise it." He locked his look with mine and didn't blink once.

"I promise."

"You won't trust anyone apart from the writer of this letter. You have to believe me. I know it sounds utterly crazy but it's the truth." I nodded, taken aback.

"I believe you, Niall."

He handed the rumpled letter and walked away.

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