Zayn's POV

We waited for Simon to call us. Yes, we were so nervous. We had a group hug before Simon called us. My heart beat was beating fast. All I can think of is getting through the judges house and performing in the live shows. That will be a dream come true for all of us. 'Are you feeling confident, yeah?' Simon asked. 'Yeah' We answered.  'I thought I saw a girl bought to life, she was warm she cam around. She was dignified. She showed me what it was to cry. You couldn't be that girl i adore. You don't seem to know,seem to care what your heart is for' Liam sang. I could see Simon enjoying himself and moving to the beat. 'There's nothing left I used to cry. my conversation has run dry. That's what going on. Nothing's fine I'm torn' Harry sang. The rest of us harmonized. 'I'm all out of faith, this is how i feel. I'm cold and i'm ashamed, lying naked on the floor. Illusion never change, into something real. I'm wide awake, & i could see the perfect sky is torn. You're a little late, & i'm already torn. (already torn) There's nothing left, i used to cry my inspiration has run dry.  That's what's going on. Nothing's fine I'm torn. You're a little late, I'm already torn' Harry continued. 'I'm already torn' I finished off 'See you later' Simon said. We then left the judges house and waited for their decision. 'We did great guys!' Louis shouted and all of us lean in for a group hug. An hour later, we were called in by Simon.  We walked nervously in and stood infront of Simon. I managed to smile to break the tense situation but the boys were all so serious. 'Welcome back guys' Simon said and smiled. Harry just nodded his head and tried to smile. 'Guys ... I have gone with my heart .. You're through'  Simon revealed his answer. 'Yay' We shouted and immediately had a group hug. Harry break away from the hug and ran towards Simon to give him a hug. Niall then came up to Simon and gave him a hug too. Following Niall, was me. Yes, I ran towards Simon & hugged him as well. 'Who is going through the live show?!' I asked. 'We are!' The boys shouted in excitement.  

-Back in the car-

'Omg, I hope the boys make it! They deserve too!' Fasha said to me. I nodded my head. I had my phone in my hand, waiting for Zayn to text me. There was no text and my heart sank. Why? Cause for sure they boys didin't make it. 15 minutes later, we saw the boys approaching with a wide smile across their face. I got down from the car and Zayn ran towards me. 'Guess what babe?  Zayn asked excitedly and lift me up from the ground. 'You guys make it?' I asked excitedly. 'Yes! Isn't this insane?! We will be in the live shows! Omg, babe, promise me you will be there for each live show?' Zayn said and spin me around. 'Omg, I am so proud of you babe! I promise to be there. I love you so much!' I said and gave a kiss on his cheek.  Niall and Fasha were having their own time. 'Well... i guess it's you and me harry' Louis said as he grab Harry by his neck and messed his hair up. 'What about me?' Liam asked, sadly. 'You....? You can ... erm find a girl' Harry joked around. Liam sulked and went in the car. 'Look what you did Hazza' Louis said as he hit Harry in his arm. 'What? I was just joking.' Harry replied to Louis and laughed. 'Awh Liam.. Do you want a kiss?' Harry asked as he lean forward to give Liam a kiss. 'Get away from me' Liam said and put his earpiece on.  'Oooooo. Someone is sulking' Louis teased and pulled Liam's earpiece out. Liam then burst into laughter. 'Louis! I was pretending to be angry! Why did you do that?' Liam asked. His face was red from laughing too much. 'Let's spend some time with each other before we get busy' Zayn suggested. Louis then drove us to a theme park. 

'You serious Louis?' Harry asked. 'What?' Louis answered and smile. 'A theme park? You serious Louis?' Harry asked as he hit Louis in his arms. 'Yes Harry. I'm serious' Louis said and tried to put on a serious face. We then got down and paid for our entrance fee. 'Babe, let's take the roller coaster ride' Zayn said as he pulled me to get in line. 'What? No. I'm afraid of roller coasters' I answered and tried to get out of the queue. 'Why must you be afraid love? I am here to protect you, right? You trust me don't you?' Zayn whispered in my ears softly and kissed my neck. 

He held my left hand, looked at means winked. 'everything will be okay. I promise' Zayn assured me. I forced a smile and squeezed his hand. Yes, I was nervous. It was soon our turn and I looked so pale. 'you know what babe? Let's just leave. You seem so afraid. It's okay babe.' Zayn said and puled me out of the line. I rooted both my feet to the ground and pulled him back. 'Ill go on the ride with you. I don't have to be afraid. You are here' I said. He then lean in for a hug and whispered in my ears 'you are the best' I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. It sends chill down my spine. He took my hand & we soon rode the roller coaster. To be honest, It wasn't that bad cause Zayn had his arms around me all the time. 'See.. it wasn't that bad, was it?' Zayn asked me and gave me a hug. 'I'm so proud of you. And for that, you deserve a kiss on your lips' Zayn said and kissed my lips. Our fingers then interlocked and we swing our hands back and forth and waited for the rest of the lads to arrive. 'Let's go guys' Niall said as he wrap his arms around Zayn's neck. 'No Nialler, you don't do that. Diana is here. She will get jealous' Zayn teased and winked at me. I rolled my eyes and giggled. Zayn, forever teasing me. But that's why I love him. I love Zayn the way he is.

-3 weeks later-

Finally, the day arrived where the boys will be performing on stage, live, in front of millions of people. Since Zayn went away to prepare himself for the live performance, we haven't really spend much time with each other. Yes, i do miss him. But this are some of the sacrifices I have to make. He don't really call me like he used too. And sadly, he doesn't even wish me good morning and good night anymore. Yes, it hurts and I'm so jealous of Fasha. Why? Cause no matter how busy Nialler is, he still finds time to text and call Fasha.  That's true love. But as for me and Zayn, things aren't going so well. It sucks but I just have to stay strong. Zayn once told me 'No matter how hard things get, don't give up' And up till now, I still remember those words. I tried to pull myself together and go to the show. I guess he needs my support... That's if he remembers me. I managed to get a ticket in the front row. Niall already secured a seat for Fasha. Thus, I had to go alone. I let out a huge sigh and texted Zayn.

-Text message-

Diana: Er ... hi

Zayn: Uh, yeah?

Diana: i ..

Zayn: Uh.. what? stop wasting my time. I have no time for all of this. get straight to the point okay... thanks.

Diana: uh. k. good luck.

Zayn: k whatever. thanks.

My heart sank receiving his cold replies. I don't know what I had done to him. But , being a strong girl, I dragged myself and watched the boys perform. They sang a song called 'Viva la vida' Niall wore a black long sleeve together with brown pants. He had a black high cut shoes on. Yes, he look stunning indeed. Louis was wearing a plain white t-shirt with a dark brown pants folded up to his knees. And we have Zayn. I teared looking at him. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt inside and had a checkered long sleeve on the outside. He had brown pants on, similar to Niall & Louis. And, certainly a  black high cut shoes. Harry had a checkered shirt on the inside and a leather jacket on the outside. He had jeans on. And lastly, dearest Liam Payne. He had a white shirt on the inside a grey shirt which was folded till his elbows on the outside. He also had black pants on. They look stunning. Really, really stunning. Once the performance was over, I could see a wide smile on each of their faces. The boys did well, really well and I'm so proud of them. The judges gave positive feedback and I'm sure the boys are really proud of themselves. At this point of time, I really wish I could go on stage and hug Zayn telling him how proud I was. But sadly, he doesn't even acknowledge me anymore.

'Give it up for one direction!' Eva said and soon entered the stage. Soon, the boys left the stage and I still had my phone in my hand. I went through the boys twitter and was surprise to see their followers increasing. They boys must be so proud of themselves. I was smiling, thinking how happy the boys were when I saw a picture that shattered my heart into million pieces.

Zayn broke my heart again. Yes, he broke my heart again. I saw Zayn tweeting a picture of him kissing a girl on her cheek. He tweeted 'My luvly girl'. How is this even possible? How can she be hers? I thought I was his? Key word here, Thought. My phone was in my hand when I suddenly received a text from Zayn.

-Text message-

Zayn: Babe! how did we do?

Diana: Ok.

Zayn: Really? I thought we did well.

Diana: Ya. You did well.

Zayn: Sorry for just now. I was nervous.....

Diana: Its ok.

Zayn: What's wrong?

Diana: Ntg.

Zayn: Come outside. I am here. Miss you.

Diana: k.

It hurts. My heart is breaking, again. And this time, I just feel like going up to Zayn and saying I hate him. I went outside and Zayn was there, smiling widely. He had a jacket on his shoulder. Once he saw me, he ran towards me and hugged me tightly.

'Don't touch me' I said and break away from the hug.

Zayn looked at me shocked. 'What's wrong? i miss you babe'

'You don't miss me. stop pretending to miss me. I saw your picture with that girl Zayn. Why do you keep doing this to me? Why am I so stupid for going back to you even after so much pain you inflicted on me? Why Zayn? Why are you treating me like a doll? Why? Am I that priceless to you Zayn? I mean nothing to you, don't i? Why Zayn? Why?' I shouted and continuously hitting him on his chest.

He grab both my hands and hugged me tightly till I finally calmed down. i was crying in his arms and when I finally calmed down I pushed him away and shouted 'We are over Zayn. Thanks for everything. I'm done bearing this pain. It hurts. Bye'

Tears streamed down Zayn's face but he just can't do anything. I left and this time he didin't chase me. Why is he doing this to me. Why?

Zayn, thanks for hurting me.