I Can't Breathe *A Zayn Malik Love Story (On Hold!)

Chapter One

Chapter One: 

            “Lads! Calm down!” Liam calls squinting his eyes as he screams. It took all my strength not to scoff at him, there was no silencing Niall Horan, Harry Styles, and Louis “The Tommo” Tomlinson. Adjusting my “quiff” whilst looking in the mirror I open my mouth to speak to Li.

            “Give it up mate, there’s not silencing Lou’s creativity!” I reason as Lou is trying to teach Harry and Nialler some new dance that is closely related to the Screw the Light Bulb, Pat the Dog, and Go Crazy. Liam glared at Lou whilst Lou just stuck his tongue out. I rolled my eyes, I knew better. Liam should’ve known enough to know Tommo wouldn’t listen.

            “Yo, I’m the Bradford Bad Boi!” Lou shrieked prancing around the flat Modest Management had rented for us; it was in some village in Lincolnshire. It was a rather nice one with a few bedrooms and a washroom with two sinks. He grabbed a glob of my gel and fashioned his fringe into a quiff similar to my own.

            “I don’t even say that anymore!” I whined pulling my mirror out of my back pocket and inspecting my appearance. Like a ninja Lou grabs my mirror and gives me a class-A smirk, I would prefer to say I handled it like a gentleman but honestly that’s not the case. “Lou give me the mirror and nobody gets hurt!” I growl while I hear the neighbors banging on our walls telling us to quiet down.

            Louis just chuckled quietly and handed MY mirror to Niall whom seemed not to want all the unwanted attention at all. If it wasn’t a life or death moment I would’ve laughed at his scared expression as I tackled him onto the couch. I hear a crunch under me and I can feel my heart racing, oh god please don’t tell me-

            But I can’t finish because Harry and Louis break out in fits of laughter. “Uh . . . Zayn, I think your mirror is broken!” Harry chuckles pulling the mirror from under me. I just stare at the horror which used to be my favourite mirror.

            “Yeah, seven years of bad luck for you!” Louis bantered poking in my ribcage I rolled my eyes cradling what used to be my baby. I glared at Lou which just made him go into hysterics again. I looked over to see Nialler crouching on the couch; he held a hand to his rib cage wincing in pain.

            “Sorry mate!” I apologize patting him on the back lightly, he tries giving me a smile but it turns out more like a grimace.  I really hadn’t meant to hurt him and I knew Liam would literally kill me if he knew what I have done . . . he’s very protective over Niall since he’s like the little brother Liam never had.

            “Its fine, now do you lads want to go explore the village?” Nialler asked finally removing his hand from his chest; I smile at him now feeling terrible.

            “Yeah, sure, let me get Liam.” I say running towards the kitchen where Liam was sitting reading a newspaper (A newspaper? Come on! Act like a man!) and sipping on tea. “Hey we’re heading out to explore. Would you care to join us?”

            Liam stood up stretching his arms behind his back and yawned and then piped a quiet “Sure.” signaling us out the door and into the cold October wind grasping our jackets to keep warm from the chilling breeze.

            The wind-chill was great and I couldn’t help but shiver under the two layers of blazers, the town centre was reasonably close so we decided to walk it . . . big mistake. The air was utterly freezing and we were all too cold to even speak. Even Louis seemed lost for words for once, which I have to admit scary. Actually his teeth were chattering a little louder than everybody else’s.