Lost But Never Forgotten

Chapter 6

Niall's POV:

I walked up the stairs, heading to Zayn's room, taking a deep breath. Did Liam believe me when I told him I was ok? I shook my head and knocked on Zayn’s door. There was no response and I knew he was probably still sleeping. I opened his door and the only light was the sun coming in from his window. He was surrounded by a least 6 empty beer bottles. I sighed and shook my head, walking over to his bed.

“Zayn… come on, get up.” I said, shaking him gently. He grunted and scooted away from me.

"Give me 10 minutes." He mumbled.

 "Ok..." I walked out of the room, rubbing my temples; he always drank like this after a concert. I quickly walked back downstairs and sat in a chair at the counter.

 "Zayn will be down soon.. He had a little to drink last night.” I said, playing with my fingers. Liam, who was standing at the stove, nodded.

"Don't forget the car is going to pick us up around 10 for the interview." He said, turning around with a pan of French toast.

"I'll get plates." I said and got up, grabbing them from the cupboard. I set the table and Liam brought the pan over and put 3 pieces of French toast on each plate. We sat down just as Zayn came down the stairs. He was as white as a sheet, his hands were shaking and his eyes were red. Had he been crying? Liam was about to say something but I beat him to it, the words just slipping out of my mouth.

"Hey mate, are you alright?" His gaze shot in my direction and whatever color that had been left in his face, was gone. He swallowed hard and ran a shaky hand through his hair.

 "Yeah. I'm... Uh, fine." He mumbled, sitting at the table.

"Are you sure?" Liam asked, looking up from his plate. Zayn just nodded and started eating. I stared at my food, suddenly not hungry anymore.