Then there were four

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11. Then there were four

Third persons P.O.V.

He really did not want to leave. He actually couldn't think of a reason why. Well... he did want to leave, just not the band.

He loved the lads I mean, they had spent four years together at a constant rate. He had no problems with them, or the tours. He loved to sing, he did like his job.

But it was the media. They fight with Perrie. The smoking. He was portrayed as something he wasn't and he was tired.

His buddies from high school were acting their age, being 22, having fun, all without cameras watching their every move.

He needed to have some time to think for a while. He thought that taking some time off the tour would help but that turned out worse. He realized how much he missed being normal. Living as if he was just another man and not some boy who teens went crazy over.

Bottom line was, he was tired.

Zayn had told the band he was leaving, and though they were sad, they understood. The only big problem would be telling the whole world.

The fans would be blowing up every social media website wanting answers. It was going to be a big thing. One of the biggest bands in the world... and a singer is leaving. They had almost made five years... almost.

Now came the hardest part.

Saying goodbye.

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HARRYS P.O.V.

"Are you sure about this mate? You can take the whole your off if you just need time." Niall said.

The rest of us nodded in agreement, desperate to try to get Zayn to stay.

"Nah, I wanna be 22 and not have to deal with this. I need to be able to make mistakes and not have everyone know about them" He responded.

Louis was the first to run and hug him. Zayn looked a little surprised at first, but eventually let go and hugged him back.

"You know what I'm going to miss most?"

"What?"

Louis ran his hand through Zayns hair before he could protest.

"This!!! This flawless hair!!! Because that's what makes you beautiful." He yelled.

I think that comment hit us hard.

Zayn then went down the row of us saying his goodbyes and wishing us luck. I was last.

"Bye Harry. I'm gonna miss you lad. I now hand over my hair fame to you."

I chuckled. "Ah, I'm gonna miss you too mate. But this is not goodbye. Of course we will hang out when were not on tours and... well you know how are schedules are."

"Yeah! Hey and if you ever wanna come sing a concert with us... it would surprise a lot of fans and be fun." Liam said.

"Yeah, maybe. Let me just sort out my shit." He said.

" 'Course." said Niall.

"Ok, well my flight is leaving real soon. I'll text you guys when I land." He said.

And with that he walked out the door.

We all stood there for a second... just hoping it was all a dream and that we would wake up.

I mean we had come so far, too far. No the band was not splitting up but there were five of us! Five of us that made up a family, a band. And now there were four. Fourth album for four guys I guess.

"I'm gonna miss him." said Niall.

"It's incredible." said Liam.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Liam turned to me and said, "It's amazing just how fast the night changes."

And with that we all died a little on the inside with only tears to display our emotions.

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OH MHSJAKANDNSKK KNXMDMDNSMDMXMXMXKSKSKDJXNSNSJXKXJNSSNNCKXKAJANKSSKSKKSKSKXCJXKXJX

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!!!!

ONE MINUTE IM HAPPY AND THE NEXT IM CRYING IN 5TH PERIOD!!!!

WHY ZAYNNN WHYYYYYYY

ONE DIRECTION WILL ALWAYS BE FIVE PARTS: HARRY, LIAM, LOUIS, NIALL, AND ZAYNNNNNNN!!!

IM BEYOND CRYING ITS SO BAD!!! I JUST CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENNING

THERE USED TO BE FIVE PIECES THAT MADE UP MY HEART AND NOW THERES FOUR AND AN EMPTY SPOT!

I COULD RAGE FOR YEARS IM SO UPSET...

but I love Zayn so I will stand by whatever decision he makes

I'm sorry for the authors note being so long.

I hope you enjoyed, kinda.

And wtf happened to Zerrie? I'm confused so please someone tell me.

Vote is you want Zayn back in

Comment if you want Zayn back in

Do something if you want Zayn back in

I have to go wreck my room, scream, cry myself to sleep, yell at my neighbors and blame this on them, and then die

Xoxo my kitties or whatever the fuck you wanna say

~KT~

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