Finding Home

Logical -

***Zayn's POV***

“That's just great. Now look what you've done,” I muttered angrily to myself as I finished my phone call with Harry. Jordyn's gone, Harry hates me, and everybody else was just slightly scared of me. I hate this fucking memory loss.

Why couldn't I remember? Why did that whole thing have to happen? I mean, I knew they all thought I knew everything and they could treat me normally again, but inside everything was all too confusing. Nothing really made sense.

I opened the calendar on my phone. Saturday, November 3. Paul, the bodyguard manager whatever he was, told me we were going to LA on the sixth. How was I supposed to perform when I barely knew the songs?

Alright, how should I spend that Saturday? It was the third day Jordyn was gone, and I had only seen the boys once since. I doubted they wanted to be around me.

Just then I got a phone call. “Liam?”

“Hey. We're all going golfing, and we wanted to know if you want to join us?”

“Well that depends. Who's 'we'?”

“Uh, everybody. You know, me, Harry, Louis, Jordyn, and Niall.”

“You sure those two really want to see me? I just got off the phone with Harry and he sounded pretty pissed. And isn't it a little cold for golf?”

“Well that's why I'm inviting you. To try to smoothen things over. 'Cos apparently that my job…” Liam muttered the last part, making me chuckle a bit. “And Harry loves golf, so that'll put him in a better mood.

“Alright, I'll be there. But anything happens, I'm out. Especially considering there will be ten pound clubs there, yes?”

“Ah, I see you at least haven't lost your logic.” Liam laughed. “Alright, Louis and I'll pick you in half an hour.”

“Why don't I just meet you there?” I offer.

“Zayn, you can't drive,” Liam snorted. Another thing about myself I didn't know.

“Oh. Well, see you in a bit then.”

“Bye,” Liam hung up and I slipped a pair of shoes on. After a half an hour of playing with my phone, he finally showed up.

I hop in his car and we have a wordless ride to the course. When we arrive Harry gets up and scowls, “Whats HE doing here?”

“I invited him. Be nice, he is still part of the band,” Liam threatened. Harry mumbled something I couldn't quite make out, but I'm sure I didn't really wanna hear them anyway.

“Hello, Zayn,” Jordyn said coldly, comforted by Harry's arms wrapped around her. Her eyes read hurt, though, and I immediately felt awful. It wasn't fair.

“Hey Zaynie,” Niall greets, ruffling my hair, which I instinctively fix.

“Still taking pride in your appearance, I see,” Niall points out, making me shrug modestly.

“Oh hey Kelsey I didn't see ya there,” I say as she walks up to the hole.

“Hey Zayn. Nice to see you out and about,” she smiles.

“Well, you guys wanna golf or what?” Harry breaks in, obviously just trying to get this over with unscathed.

Goodluck with that dream, Harry.