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Back to The Beginning

Chapter Eleven

I groaned, rolling over in my sleep and smacking my bedside table. My arm flapped around for a few seconds while I located my ringing phone, and then my body automatically answered the call.

“Heyo,” I yawned. “Sup?”

The person on the other end was crying. Like, sobbing crying. “Kayla,” came Zayn’s voice, raspy from crying.

I immediately bolted awake, sitting up in my bunk on the bus and yawning. “Zayn! What’s wrong?” I asked.

He sobbed, trying to form words but the tears making it hard. I managed to get that he tried to call Liam but my brother hadn’t answered, and it was much the same story with everyone else. I, apparently, was the twelfth person he’d called.

“Zayn,” I said softly, and he stopped trying to talk. “Nobody over here answered because it’s two am. You’re in LA, you’re behind us. Everyone over here is asleep. It’s not that we don’t love you, we do. We’re just asleep.”

He sniffed. “I just...my day’s not been great,” he said, and I curled my knees to my chest and rested my head on them.

“What happened?” I asked.

He sobbed even harder. “She-she br-br-broke u-up with m-me.”

I bit my lip, wishing I could give him a hug. “Oh my god, Zayn, I’m so sorry,” I whispered, wishing I could give him a hug. “You lived with her, right?”

He sobbed, not answering me, but I knew he did and that now he didn’t have a place to stay. “You’re in London aren’t you?” I asked softly.

“How’d you know?” he responded.

“You have nowhere to stay in LA,” I answered, speaking as gently as possible. “But you knew that if you came home someone would let you stay with them.”

“Yeah but it’s the middle of the night and I have nowhere to stay,” he said. “I’m sitting in an airport.”

I sighed, wishing that I was back home in London. Unfortunately, I had four more days until I got to see my own flat again. “You know where I live, right?” I asked.

“Of course,” he answered, having spent the night several times when he had come out from LA to visit me between the end of the show last December and the start of the tour in February.

“And you know where I keep my spare key, right?”

“Behind the vase next to your door?” he answered.

“Yep. Still haven’t moved it. Look, I’ll be home in four days, I have three more shows and then a day of travel. You can crash at my place for as long as you need, it’s got three bedrooms and my door is always open to you. Adley crashes there half the time she’s in London, I have her over a lot, but otherwise it’s quiet,” I told him.

I could almost hear his weak smile. “Thank you,” he said, and there was rustling in the background. “I’ll go take you up on that. You should go back to sleep.”

I yawned. “I think I will. Take care of yourself and wait till I get home to get drunk, okay?”

“If you say so,” he answered, attempting to laugh but it coming out as more of a heartbroken sigh. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“See you soon, Z,” I replied and I hung up the phone, plugging my phone back into its charger and laying back down on my bed. I pulled the blanket over my legs and sighed.

It’s not like the signs hadn’t been there. As soon as Zayn had met me, their relationship had gone downhill. Gigi had become paranoid about me, and all the dating rumors hadn’t helped. No matter how much we swore that we were just friends, she never trusted me, and she certainly didn’t want him around me. It didn’t matter that I was seven years his junior and underage and that Zayn was completely in love with her. She hated me, and she wanted me out of his life.

He tried everything. Getting her to meet me? She wasn’t interested. He tried taking her to dinner, writing her songs, anything to show his devotion to her, but her only interest was getting me out of his life. He stayed completely, head over heels in love with her, but her hate of me had taken over her love for him. And now, my best friend was nursing his broken heart on my couch while I finished up my first tour.

I tossed and turned the rest of the night, trying to fall asleep. It didn’t sit right with me what had happened to Zayn, and I felt terrible about it. I felt like if I had never performed with him, he’d still be happy. I sighed, groaning when all of our alarms went off and rolling out of bed to grab the first shower.

All morning, I couldn’t get the guilt out of my head. I know had to be off all throughout the interviews. I hated that I was letting people down, but I couldn’t help that I was human too, and that I had all the normal emotions and ups and downs of a teenage girl.

When it came time for me to perform my set at the concert, I smiled and waved to the fans as I walked onto the stage, just like I always did. I had a solidly defined set for this tour, but tonight I was doing my own thing. Unclipping the mic, I made my way to the front of the stage. “Hey there Glasgow!” I called, smiling. “I’m so excited to get to perform for you tonight and I hope you’re excited too. This first song is my cover of Photograph.”

I sang the song, and then sang other songs that I’d sung throughout the show: my song from the first live show, Edge of Tonight by All Time Low, Secret Love Song by Little Mix, Ready For It by Taylor Swift. I finished the show with You Raise Me Up, and then the show was over and we went back to the bus and to bed.

kaylapayne: you’re so far away but all i want is you in my arms tonight so i can tell you it’s gonna be okay

Notes

no hate to Gigi Hadid! i actually think she's pretty cool. she's only like this for the sake of my plot.

Comments

@YouLoveWhoYouLove
awww thanks :) it's getting so much better soon

I’m intrigued