23. It's My Fault
"Make yourself at home," Louis says as we enter his house. "Fridge and pantry are over there," he says, pointing. "Bathroom is that way." He points the opposite direction. "I'm going to run up to my room and get some DVDs. I'll be right back." I flop down on his couch and stretch out, glad for a rest. Harry sits at the other end of the sofa and turns on the TV. "Breaking news!" the perky newswoman chirps. "Zayn Malik, who has been on the run from the police for days now, has been found and taken into jail again." I gulp. What if that was what he was calling me about earlier? I unlock my phone and check the time that he called me. Twenty minutes ago. When did they take him in? I turn back to the TV, shocked. "He was found only fifteen minutes ago," the newswoman continues, looking down at her papers. "Stay tuned, we'll bring you the news as it happens!" It goes to commercial and I close my eyes. He probably called me for help. I look at my phone again, and I notice he left me a message. I press play, turn up the volume on my phone, and listen closely. "Hey Ally, it's me, Zayn." His familiar voice leaves a lump in my throat. "I just wanted to let you know that the police are on their way to get me right now. I called them and I turned myself in." Tears form in my eyes. "I couldn't stay on the run for much longer anyway. I just wanted to let you know that I love you, and I'll see you whenever I can get out of jail." In the background, I can hear sirens screeching and Zayn pauses. "I'm sorry babe," he says finally. "I had to." A car door slams in the background, and Zayn says, "Stay strong," before the message ends and I'm left with silence. Harry stares at me. "Zayn?" he asks, his voice cracking. "Yup," I say, avoiding eye contact. Louis enters and dramatically falls down on the couch next to Harry. "Time to watch Insidious," he says happily. He looks at Harry first, then me. "Why do you both look so sad?" he asks, setting the DVDs down. "Zayn turned himself into the police," I say softly. Louis' eyes widen. "When?" he says. "Like twenty minutes ago," I reply, suddenly feeling guilty for all the fun I had with Harry and Louis today. I could have helped Zayn, or at least convinced him not to turn himself in. "It's not your fault, Ally. I know what you're thinking," Louis says kindly. I nod and hope they believe me. "I know it's not my fault," I say, but every word tears me apart and I know it's not true. "Let's just forget about it for a little bit," Harry suggests gently. "We can't do anything now anyway. It's too late." I manage a small smile and Louis sticks Insidious in the DVD player. I've always loved horror movies, but I can't seem to enjoy the movie. I do laugh at Harry once or twice throughout the movie because he's scared and keeps cuddling closer and closer to Louis, who laughs at him as well, but other than that all I can focus on is Zayn. No matter what Harry says, I know it is my fault.