The Day One Direction Died

Chapter 1 - The Dream - Zayn

The Day One Direction Died

Chapter 1 –Dreams

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"Harry!" Louis yelled.

"What Lou?"

"I think I’ve found someone I love more than you."

"You’ve been CHEATING on me?!" Harry asked in mock disbelief.

"Yes I have Hazza."

"Who’s the girl? El?" I asked. Of course we all new Eleanor, she and Louis had been dating for quite a while.

"Yeah. She just sent me a text saying she misses me. I want to take her out to dinner when we get back. Tell her I love her."

"AWWW! LouLou is growing UP!" Harry mocked in a high pitch voice and I gave a small laugh.

"Whas… Whas goin on in here?" Niall entered from inside.

"Just hangin mate. You drunk?" I asked the very obviously hammered Niall.

"Nahh Zayn, bit tipsy is all. G, Gotta have s, some fun till we go b, back. I feel so… Freeeeee." He stuttered a bit, going high pitch at the e.

"Yeah, feels like were not being watched by our every move out here. It’s almost surreal." Harry said before taking a swig of his beer.

"Yeah, but I need to get back to El." Louis protested.

"Why didn’t she just come like Dani?" I asked, the question we had all been wondering.

"She didn’t have enough money to pay, and she wouldn’t let me pay for her. Says I spoil her too much and she needed to catch up with studying at the university." Louis replied.

"What? Miss school for this?" Harry spread his arms wide, gesturing around to the wide expanse of blue ocean surrounding us, "couldn’t give anything up for this."

"Yeah. Hey where’s Liam?" Louis asked, obviously changing the subject.

"Probably in is ‘oom wit Danielle." Niall replied, and then winked while still standing and tipping his beer up and tilting his head back so the last of the beer went down his throat.

"He shouldn’t have too much fun. I’ll go make him come out." Harry stated, standing up from his lounge chair and throwing away his empty beer bottle.

"I wanna come!" Louis yelped, jumping out of his seat to come stand next to his best friend who grinned back at him.

They ran inside side-by-side and I was left with a drunken Niall.

"How many beers have you had mate?" I asked.

"3."

"No way." I said, Niall was a light weight, but 3 beers couldn’t get anybody drunk, much less to the stage Niall was at.

"Yes! This be me only third beer!" Niall protested. His English always got bad when he was drunk.

"What else have you had then?"

"There was that mosquito. Then that orangey stuff that I was offered in a cute little cup with seashells on it… And an iced tea… Long island iced tea I think it was called."

I facepalmed.

"Niall, do you realize how much alcohol is in all of that? The orange stuff was a shot, probably with rum, and long island iced tea has liquor in it you moron!"

"No! Tea has no spirits in it! It’s tea! Who puts alcohol in tea?" Niall asked rhetorically.

"Whatever Niall, I think it’s time for bed." I said.