I run through the airport feeling like this was all just a dream. It has to be a dream, right? But at the same time, it’s the rawest pain I’ve ever felt. I’ve never been in a dream this real before, so I settled for pinching my arm over and over again as I lugged my carry-on to the terminal. I wanted to be home.
Screw that, I didn’t want to be home. I wanted it to be a month ago, when everything was running smoothly. I wanted Zayn and I to be happy again. I wanted the laughs and the smiles and the kisses. What I didn’t want, however, was to be sitting in a hard chair in the dusty old airport, waiting for the plane to board so I could run away from my problems. I knew I was running away from my problems; but the issue was I wasn’t going to stay. There’s no way I could have.
With everything I did and everything he did, there was absolutely no way for us to stay together in that moment. And no matter how much I wanted to be with him, we both had some growing up to do. Maybe one day it would bring us back together. But then again, maybe it was gone for good.
I’m leaving, obviously. If you’re reading this, I’m gone. I’m not going to do the whole ‘guess where Kylie went’ game. I went to Bradford, I’m at home. Most of my stuff from the bus is gone, but when you get back from tour just put it in my room and I’ll have someone take all my stuff here. Under no circumstances do I want any of you to come here, at least for a while. I’ll call you, Niall, Louis, Liam, Harry. I’m not going to lose you guys too.
Love always, Kylie
I stared at the note for a good twenty minutes, tears streaming down my face. She was really gone. Kylie, the only girl I’ve ever loved, is totally and completely gone from my life. She didn’t even address me in the later- specifically addressed everyone except for me. And because of a stupid fucking mistake.
I jumped, scaring myself at the loud noise my fist made slamming against the table. And also how much it had hurt. My knuckles were already swollen from hitting Harry, but know they had busted open, blood prickling out of them.
“Fuck, Zayn, what are you doing?” Niall asked, his eyes widening as he saw the blood on my fingers.
“She’s gone.” I kept muttering, whimpering to myself. I was absolutely pathetic-looking, I was sure of it.
“And what’s the reason you’re not at the airport right now?” Louis raised one of his eyebrows. He was completely right – why wasn’t I at the airport, doing anything I could do to at least get her to stay. We didn’t even have to be together, but I don’t think I could survive without Kylie in my life.
“I’m leaving now.” Niall hopped up too, the only other one set on going. Louis hated me a little too much right now, Harry was terrified to be in the same room (for good reasons), and Liam had disappeared off of the planet.
And two minutes later, I was in the back of a town car being driven to the airport by one of our security guards. Niall was on my phone talking to the airport, trying to see when the flight to Bradford left. My fists were clenching and unclenching, dying to know what was going on.
“Thank you.” He told the reception lady on the phone, turning to me. “The flight leaves at 12:25.”
It was 11:50 now, giving us a little over a half hour when the airport itself was thirty minutes away. I worriedly told the driver to step on it. We needed to make this plane.
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Zayn's Best FriendFanfiction
Kylie and Zayn have been best friends since they were little kids. They're going through the ups and downs of friendship and along the way, maybe even love. (I promise the story is better than the summary)