Going InZayn [SEQUAL TO TAKING THE WRONG DIRECTION]

Chapter 7

After that, Niall dropped off my medication and left. We sat there in silence for a while until he walked out on me. Gabe also left, and I didn't see her for a week. And with that, I was alone for a whole week. None of the other lads visited me or anything. I just layed in my bed for a week, not caring to eat, sleep, or even bathe. I just layed there, wondering what was wrong with me. I see people who aren't real. I had to learn that the hard way, by looking like an idiot in front of my mates. Gabe isn't real, and now I know. I had to learn that the hard way. My eyes dampened and I burried my face in my pillow. My hand was killing me, but I didn't care enough to take my medication. It didn't matter.

I've become so numb

My phone began to ring and I blindly grabbed my phone off the other side of the bed. I looked at the twitter update. Liam posted it.

New video diary tonight. And we're going live tonight just for you guys!

I sat up and read if over. When were we doing a video diary? I fiddled with my phone until the video pulled up. The four lads, plus Ronnie, were sitting on Harry's bed. The video began to play.

"Hello, this is One Direction!" Liam yelled happily into the camera.

"Unfortunatly, Zayn isn't here tonight, he's got some stuff going on. We wish you are best mate," Harry said sadly. My hands tightened on the phone. I could have joined them in the video diary. The video diarys are for all the members of One Direction. Not four plus a stand in. I shut off the video after a few more seconds. My god what made them think they could do a video diary without me? I pulled up Liam's contact and shot him a text.

glad i could do the video diary tonight.

I stomped the send button and dropped the phone through my fingers. I pulled my knees to my chest and sat there, waiting for them to respond. I was tempted to pull up the video again, but I forced myself not to. My heart was cracking in my chest and I wanted to cry. The video diary's aren't just stupid little videos we put up for fun. We put them up so we can communicate with our fans. So we could hear what you want to hear and get your opinions. It felt like you were not invited to your best friend's wedding because they assume you're busy. My phone went off again and I looked at the message flashing on the screen.

im sorry mate. niall thought you needed time to yourself. we'll come over after the video, okay. Oh really, they think you can make it up to me by coming over. That's kind of sickening.

dont bother. I turned off my phone after the message sent, not wanting to hear from them anymore. I layed back down and hugged my pillow pathetically. I was so mad at them right now. My hands stragled the pillow and I screamed into it. Perrie cheated on me, I'm going nuts, and now the boys are doing our favorite thing without me. I stared out the window, watching the storm clowds roll in. I sat up and crawled out of bed, the floor cold under my bare feet. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, wondering when the last time I took a shower was. I stripped down and stepped into the shower.The warm water felt so relaxing as it washed the filth from my body. I dumped some shampoo in my hand and scrubbed my scalp. My hair felt really gross as I scrubbed. I rinsed and hopped from the shower, my stomach growling as I wrapped a towel around my waist. My body felt really weak and drained as I walked up to the counter. I wipped the mirror and did a double take at myself. My face was thinner then it was before, and a lot whiter.

"Damn," I said breathlessly. I looked away and left my room, the image of myself fresh in my mind. I slid my drawer open and pulled out a pair of boxers, gray tank top, some black basketball shorts. It felt so good to have some clean clothes on. My legs were a little weak as I walked downstairs to my kitchen. I didn't feel up to cooking anything, so I grabbed a strawberry poptart and made my way to the living room. i droppedo onto the sofa and ripped the pastry open.

"You look fantastic," Gabe said sarcastically from the recliner next to me. I rolled my eyes and broke off part of the tart, shoving it in my mouth. A moan slipped up my throat. "Pig." I rolled my eyes and chewed the food in my mouth. Swallowing was a little hard, but I did it without choking.

"So you decided to show up now, huh?" I said, when I swallowed.

"You sound upset. Haven't you been lonely?" To avoid answering, I bit into another bite of poptart. I have been lonely, but I didn't want her right. Having none of the guys around really leaves you feeling left out. Gabe smiled and moved over next to me as I swallowed. "You're mad at them, aren't you."

"How can you tell?"

"Because your poptart looks like its about to turn inside out." I looked down at the crushed poptart in my hand. I wiped the frosting on my shorts, not caring about the mess.

"The guys ditched me. They did a video diary without me. We always do the diarys when all five of us are together. That's how we work," I explained sadly. Gabe pat my leg calmly.

"It's okay, I bet they have their reasons."

"We promised Gabe." We sat there in silence for a while.

"I'm sorry Zayn."

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I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up in my living room. Gabe wasn't here, which wasn't much of a suprised. I sat up and stretched, my back popping several times. I needed to got to my bed. I dragged myself to my feet and walked upstairs. My phone was ringing as I walked into my room Ronnie was on the caller ID.

"Vas happenin?" I said, smiling a little at my catchphrase. Ronnie didn't say anything, but she sounded like she was crying. "Ronnie? What's wrong?"

"Can you come over please?"

"What's going on? Did something happen to Harry or Loui?"

"They're out. But I need you right now," she cried into the phone. I could feel my heart breaking in my chest.

"Okay, I'll be over soon. Just stay calm Ron." I hung up and raced for my door. My Harley Davidson was parked next to the porch. Thunder crackled in the distance, and I tried my hardest to ignore it. I started up my bike and jumped on it, speeding to Harry's house. I wasn't paying any attention to the traffic around as I rushed to Ronnie. What was wrong with her? Was she okay? What was going on? Before I knew it, I pulled into her driveway. I wheeled my bike under the porch and dashed up the stairs.

"Ronnie!" I yelled, banging on the door. She didn't open the door, so I turned the knob and shoved the door. open. Almost all the lights were off on the ground floor. "Ronnie?"

"I'm upstairs," she wimpered. I ran upstairs and knocked lightly on the door leading to Harry's room. "I'm in the bathroom." I turned the knob and carefully entered Harry's messy room. The only light was coming from the bathroom.

"Ron? Are you okay?" I asked, turning into the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet, tears flowing down her face. I could see drops of blood around her bare feet. "Ron, what's wrong?"

"Zayn," she moved her arms so I could see her skin. Light cut marks were slashed from her elbows to her palms on both arms. They weren't too deep, but they were still terifying to look at.

"What happened?" I asked, voice cracking.

"I think I just hit relapse."