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One Destination. Chapter 1~

A/N:Well, I figured that I wasn't going anywhere with my last attempt at fanfiction, but I believe this one shows real promise. Basically, it is one direction set up in a final destination scenario. I believe this will have 8 parts, the first chapter (this one) will be revolved around Zayn, but also the last chapter will be Zayn's also. Then each character will have their own. Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam, Danielle and Eleanor. This is the first authors note I have ever written.. bear with me.

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He never got nervous. It wasn’t something he did. He was confident, cocky, a real team player. So why was there sweat gathering at the nape of his neck? Why were the butterflies in his stomach flutter their wings at a rapid beat? Staring at the same mark on the wall for over 20 minutes, Zayn had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Today had been like any other day on tour with the Lads, they had gotten into Glasgow Airport at 5am and to say they were exhausted, well that was an understatement. Zayn had felt so drained that even he had agreed to take the back exit to avoid the swarm of fans that had waited on them. He felt awful for doing so, but he would snap at the amount of screaming and flashes of cameras. He would do something that he would regret due to the lack of sleep. He could remember the lads piling in to the back of a sleek black car that concealed the identity of the five boys known as One Direction. Glasgow was a brilliant city, but he couldn’t remember much of this morning, he had passed out a long with Liam and Louis in the journey to their hotel.

And now, here he was staring at the cream walls of the tiny dressing room, the five boys had been crammed into. A sharp slap on his right shoulder woke him from his day dream and he swivelled around to a head of blonde hair and a lopsided grin. Niall, had his head cocked to the side and an eyebrow raised at a dazed Zayn. The Irish lad had never caught Zayn so out of focus before, but he pinned in on the nerves that were deep in his own belly, so naturally he thought his band mate would be feeling the exact same.

‘You alright there, bud?’ Niall whispered so that the rest of the boys didn’t turn their attention on to Zayn. There was no need for Niall to do so, they were all far too busy caught up in their own little routines to bother one another. For example, Liam sat with his head between his legs and hands clasped behind his head, taking deep breaths and tapping his left foot on the plush carpet. Louis was on the phone to Eleanor, who by the way was in another room in the same building, words like ‘I miss you..’, ‘Baby..’ and ‘Excited..’ were thrown around in the conversation and the oldest member of one direction was smiling like an idiot at the mirror Harry was looking into. Niall watched Harry roll his eyes at Louis in the mirror and had a deep scowl on that mouth of his. He was running his fingers through the curls that framed his face, ruining the work that their stylist had done and making it his own way. His teeth pierced his bottom lip, with each passing minute of Louis’ conversation and Niall knew something was wrong when Harry threw his hands up in the air and stormed out of the dressing room. Liam, snapped his head up, shot a glare to the back of Louis’ head and followed after the yound lad who was obviously bothered by the conversation. Typical. His attention was turned back to Zayn and he nudged him with his elbow.

‘Sorry, mate. I think it is just a bit of butterflies. Nothing to worry about. Glasgow is a big gig for us. So many people. So many girls.’ Zayn chuckled and cracked his knuckles before mussing up his friend’s hair, earning a smack on the other shoulder from their stylist who began to fuss over the blonde tendrils that were on Niall’s head. It always fascinated him how each and everyone of them no longer looked like the lads from x-factor. They had grown and developed their own sense of style in the band, it was beautiful, the transformation. He reached for his bottle of water and took a long swig, feeling the ice cold liquid burn his throat slightly and he winced at the new pain that was there.

Five minutes.

Just the thought that they were going to be performing on stage in the short period of five minutes set him on edge. He had no idea why he felt like this, it was more than just nerves something didn’t feel right. Normally before gigs he felt elated, full of energy and pumped but now.. now he just felt deflated, anxious.. he felt fear. But he had no idea what possessed him to feel this scared. It was just a gig. A pulsing feeling began to pound in his head, and the sweat began to stick his shirt to his back, and he gulped loudly, his adams apple bobbing with the motion.

Four minutes.

They were all ushered to move to wing C, to the right hand side of the stage. The screaming was intense and he glanced at Liam who had returned with his arm around Harry’s shoulders. Liam, had a huge grin on his face, it made Zayn smile himself knowing that all that was waiting behind the curtain was the reason why the five lads stood here. The fans were the reason why they were One Direction, why they continued the journey after falling at the last hurdle. But even some smiles were forced and as much as Zayn wanted his to be genuine, he couldn’t shake the feeling that was creeping up on him. It was like a shadow watching him from all corners of the back room.

Three minutes.

Each boy was given a colour coded set of earplugs to help them stay in their A game during the concert. Slotting his in, he watched intently as Louis tried to place his hand on Harry’s forearm but as Harry shook it off with a sharp shrug Louis’ face fell and he turned away, looking like he was mentally kicking himself. Those two were so strange, even when they had an argument they played up their bromance on stage for the fans, it was just a routine they had fell into but looking at Harry now, he knew it would be a chore for the Cheshire lad to follow through on. Another bad sign, Zayn had thought to himself. The stage manager signalled up to the technical guys who were suspended from the ceiling, working on the lights. Working on the lights? Now? Minutes before they were scheduled to run on?

Two minutes.

He glanced across the stage to the wings on the other side where he noticed a very excited duo if girls. Eleanor and Danielle, gave Zayn a cheeky wink and a thumbs up to egg him on and he returned the wink and a purse of his lips, like a little kiss. He admired the both of them for putting up with the busy life that their boyfriends coveted. They were so different from one another that it was amazing to see them together and acting like best friends. First there was the elegant Eleanor, she was beautiful. Not his type, she was too tall for him. They were the same height and he preferred a smaller girl, but that only added to her model feautures. Her hair was always perfectly sitting and her face made up to make her eyes twinkle. He could see why Louis’ was so infatuated with his girlfriend, she was stunning and poised. And then there was little Danielle, he had developed a crush on her sicne the beginning but as soon as Liam, tasked his claim he backed off. Danielle was more natural, her curly hair a crazy mess and she never wore make up, she didn’t need to. Her skin was flawless like smooth coffee and her deep brown eyes were like melted chocolate. Also, another beautiful girl. It was their professions that made them look so different, Eleanor was always picture perfect because of her modelling and Danielle being a dancer, had no time to doll herself up. Those two lads were lucky to have such beauties on their arm. A thought struck him. What if Liam didn’t have Danielle? What if Louis no longer had Eleanor? What if it was the other way around? Then his face dropped as these thoughts poured into his head. Why? They weren’t going anywhere, were they? They were staring at him right now, so they weren’t just going to vanish.

One minute.

Zayn was freaked out by now. He felt his lungs press against his chest, stopping the lad from breathing. Niall, looked over at him and nudged his elbow into Zayn’s ribs gently, trying to gain his attention. Zayn, turned slowly trying to gain a normal expression on his face and immediatley felt his features soften as he looked at Niall. He resembled a cute little puppy dog that made everything better, he watched Niall mouth to him. ‘Bradford badoby.’ And then give a silent laugh, which Zayn joined in on, feeling the angst melt away. He was being stupid thinking about the negative. He shook his head, his pearly teeth on show as he smiled and then he turned to all of the boys and did a fist pump. As the final seconds ticked by, showing them all moral support and the familiar adrenalin run through his veins. They were signalled to run onto the stage now and Zayn was the first to pass the lads, wanting to be the first and defeat the small part of fear that was left. He felt the warm lights on his skin, he saw the flashing over cameras from all directions and he heard the faint sound of the fans screaming for the lads. He felt all of the others follow him as they formed One Direction on stage. He didn’t know why he felt they way he did before, because what could possibly go wrong.

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‘Shake yer curls for the gurls.’ Harry faked a Scottish accent for the fans, who erupted into a fit of applause and laughter. ‘Was that right or did I offend anyone?’ The lads surrounded the youngest of the group slapping his back, practically busting a vein with hilarity. They had just opened with ‘One Thing’ and now they were fooling around trying to make this gig a memorable one, for themselves and for their audience.

All feeling of dread that was in Zayn’s mind had vanished within an instant of hearing the track play through their ear pieces and he was sucked into the performance. The only thing that nagegd the back of his mind was seeing one of the lights flicker centre stage right, yes the technical term was used. It wasn’t all that noticeable, but it was just enough to catch the Bradford boy’s attention and make him glimpse up occasionally. The two men that were up there previously, were still there. Tweaking away, fixing what? This should have been done before the show but Zayn, found himself once more looking up.

He saw something fall from the metal railing above and it hit him square on for forehead, causing him to gasp and clutch his face. Niall came running over and took his face into his hands, peering at he small gash on Zayn’s forehead. The rest followed suit, crowding him whilst the fans shouted and screamed at the lads, wanting them to continue, wanting them to be alright. That was when Zayn noticed something on the floor. Something small, silver and oddly shaped. He brushed the blonde lad’s hands away and bent down to pick it up, feeling the cold metal in his hands. It was a bolt? From the lighting railing above the stage. He saw the two men shout at each other and waved their arms erratically. And that was when everything went horribly pear shaped.

Zayn, pushed Niall away from the spot he was standing in, forcing Harry to catch him in his arms and topple back, just as one of the fresnel lights crashed to the ground. Glass shattering around them. His chest heaved as he felt the bile rise up in his throat. This was what he was fearing, this was it. The cold sweat had returned and he fell to his knees, feeling Liam put his arms around him and try to haul him up.

A loud creak sounded from above and all of the boys, except Harry and Niall who were currently picking themselves up from the hard floor, looked up and watch a beam swing down from the ceiling, electical wires pulling apart and sending sparks across the stage. Their eyes followed a beam that had snapped in half, jagged edges like spears sticking out of the sides, spiral down from the top of the building. Sparks flying off of the metal and burning onto the stage. Niall stumbled to the ground again, his ankle hurting from the assault that Zayn had bestowed upon him, leaving Harry an open target for the beam which hit him in the middle of his stomach. The spikes had pushed through his abdomen and stuck through his back, sending him to the ground, choking. The young lad was taking a fit on the ground, coughing up pools of blood as his body spasmed. Louis, threw himself over the stage to get to Harry, pulling out the three metal poles which had struck Harry’s chest. ‘Haz! HARRY. NO. Fucking no. NO. Harry.’ He pulled Harry’s curly head onto his lap, not caring that the crimson water had stained his navy and white striped shirt. He was only focused on a glassy eye boy that was strewn in his lap. ‘Harry.. please.. don’t go.. don’t leave me. I need you.. Haz. Please.’ The tears began to leak from his eyes, the droplets falling onto Harry’s face. Harry tried to speak, but the blood kept filling up in his mouth, from his punctured organs. His hand was shaking and he couldn’t feel his body, it was numb and unmoving. ‘Lou..Lou..Lou..’ Each word was choked out, he had no breath left in him to continue. He felt himself slip away, but a squeeze to his hand made him keep concious for a the last few moments. Louis had grasped Harry’s pale hand, feeling how cold it was. Like ice. ‘Haz, please.. what is it? What is it, Harry?’ The older lad felt his heart hang on by just a thread and he prayed that it wouldn’t snap and destroy him forever. Harry looked up at his beautiful best friend, a small smile on his face. ‘I.. I..I…’ And that was all Harry had said, before his emerald eyes closed forever.

The fans were screaming and clawing at the security team that were escorting the out the building. Some trying to get to Harry and the boys. Everything was like a whirl of slow motion around the Zayn, he saw everything in a vivid picture, every move, every gesture over exaggerated.

Watching Louis hold onto his best friend’s body made Zayn feel queasy, it was so un real. He didn’t want to move and see someone who was like a brother to him, lead in the arms of his broken bandmate. The beam that had fallen next to Harry was still a live wire of electiricity and he had noticed the three spikes that Louis had pulled out of his friend, placed on the ground. He saw the droplets of blood lead to the beam that had the live wires wrapped around it, like the breadcrumb trail in that old fairytale. It lead to something and that was when he saw Louis reach behind him, trying to pull his mic pack off of his belt loops and the wires from the microphone snapped off, hitting the beam and sending hundreds of thousands of volts of electicity into Louis. It all happened so quickly , that Louis was thrown across the stage by the force, the smell of burning flesh and sparks tainting his skin, marking it with deep scars. His body shuddering and curling up in a fetal position as the jolts shot through his body, making him twitch and scream out in agony. It all happened in three seconds and then he was quiet, but he was still moving, still jutting about. Eleanor broke through the shield of bodyguards that were trying to keep the girls back from the scene. Crying out as she rushed over to Louis. ‘Baby… BABY.’ Her was voice was a screech above the noise but she was immediatley cut off by Zayn, who had sprinted across the room and grabbed hold of the girl. ‘Don’t! You can’t touch him. You will get shocked. Please.. Stop struggling. He wouldn’t want this.’ Eleanor crumbled in his arms and he held her up, trying to keep both of their balance. ‘But my baby.. I love him.. he can’t be… NO. LOUIS. Baby.. open your eyes.. please.. please.. Lou..’

The screaming had gotten louder, it was almost defeaning through the earpieces that the lads had to wear to protect their ears. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, first Harry and now Louis, this was gut wrenching. And then Zayn saw bright orange flames lick through the air around them, the stage was ablaze.

Danielle had to get to Liam, she couldn’t watch anymore and she ran across the stage to get to the lad who was horror struck, his mouth open and frozen to the spot. ‘Liam.. Babe. We need to..’ A piece of flooring that she had been standing on had fallen through, the fire from under the stage weakening the floorboards. She gasped as she felt her chest tighten, it was a close call. If she hadn’t of stepped of sooner then she would have been a goner. The ground was heating up under her feet, making it difficult to walk as the soles blistered on the wooden flooring. Liam held his arms out to her, snapping out his trance and reached out to his girlfriend who was stumbling over to him. The floor breaking through with every step she took. One more step and she was in the safe zone, away from the cracking boards that made up the once gigantic staging scene. Her heart racing and her breathing erratic. Zayn, looked over to Liam, saying a silent prayer that he would get hold of Danielle before anything happened, but what also caught his eye was that the fire was making a bee line for the area Danielle was in, like it was fate. No! ‘Danielle.. move fo..’ He was cut off as the a crashing sound, followed by a piercing scream filled the air and the curly haired girl had vanished down through the floorboards, the fire consuming her like a monster. He watched as Liam fell to the floor like the wind had been knocked out of him, his head thrown back as the sound of Danielle screaming filled the room and just like Louis, the shrieking had stopped and yet another world had collapsed and another heart was broken. Liam was calling out to her, it was impossible that she could still be alive. And then the words from this morning echoed in Zayn’s mind. When he and Liam were sitting in the lounge of the airport, Zayn hadn’t been paying attention but he was still semi listening. ‘I think it’s about time, mate. I want to be with her forever.. she is my forever.. And now I can finally make it offical.’ There was a ring involved.. a ring that would never be worn.

Zayn was still holding onto Eleanor, who was so grief stricken that she was almost fitting at the sight of death around her. Not only had she lost the love of her life, but now one of her closest friends. Zayn, was just in shock. Nothing had processed for him, everything was still going at a slow speed. Death didn’t want him to miss a thing.

Eleanor had to get away, life wasn’t worth living without Louis but she had to get out of this place before anything else happened. Before anyone else perished in front of her. She struggled out of Zayn’s grasp and made her way to an emergancy exit. Running to the metal doors, and forcing the handle down to get out of the hall. It wouldn’t budge it was if the door had been locked, she rammed her shoulder up against the door, trying to force it open. Her frame was far too small and she heard the screaming getting louder and closer. A swarm of fans were heading towards her, obviously thinking the same, and dashing to the nearest emergancy exit. They were moving too fast for a flustered Eleanor and she was now shouting at the door to open. She would be crushed if the girls didn’t stop, but that didn’t stop them. The fans were in sheer panic of the situation and it was every man, or woman in this case, for themselves. ‘OPEN. OPEN. PLEASE. JUST OPEN AND LET ME OUT OF HERE. PLEASE.’ She couldn’t breathe, a panic attack dawning on her as her mind went blank as her eyes went fuzzy, blurring with tears that streaked her dainty face. Zayn, was trying to get up off of the floor but his knees kept buckling. He had to get El. He had to get her away from the mob that was going to destroy the pretty girl in the matter of seconds. He watched in fear as she banged on the door with her small fists, her throat must be raw from all of the screaming she was doing. He noted the blood streaming from her palms, obvious gashes from pounding on the door, bits of metal cutting deep into her hands. Then a miracle had happened in Zayn’s eyes, the door flew open giving Eleanor her new found freedom, but those thoughts were completely dashed as when the door unbolted she went spiralling to the floor and then she was lost. The troop of admiring fans had pushed their way through the only open space that lead them out of capitivity, trampling the once beautiful girl and leaving her broken on the floor. ‘EL!’ Was the only word Zayn could cry out, he tried crawling to her but quickly turned away. Her head was thrown back, her neck snapped, she was unrecognizable. This wasn’t Eleanor.. this was a mutilated victim. Her entire body punctured and beaten, her mouth lay open, possibly still from screaming as her life was taken from her.

He clenched his eyes shut. ‘No. No. No more. Take me.. save Liam.. save Niall. For godsake, save Niall. Take me. Please. No more.’ He pleaded to the ceiling, throwing his arms up. And then a voice snapped him out of his prayers. Niall, was trying to crawl away, his foot was horribly twisted. ‘Zayn.. get out of here. Save yourself. Please.. mate.’

Zayn couldn’t take it. He had to rescue Niall, he cared for him. He was always there for Niall. Niall was… what was Niall to Zayn exactly? All he knew was that he had to move Niall before anything bad could happen. He couldn’t loose someone else, the Irish lad was too important to him for Zayn to just let go and try to get out himself. More electric produced sparks started to hit off of the stage, this time from the enormous flat screened television that had once showed clips and pictures of the lads from their journey from X-Factor to a world wide phenononem. The left hand corner had caught alight and was making each circuit inside the machine explode. It was like a thousand fireworks had been lit, and Zayn had to shield his face and body from the flickers of burning liquid, metal wires snapped from the wall that was holding the television, sending it forward about to crush the blonde lad who was crawling across the floor, dragging his body in an shifting motion, the fear in his movements were evident as he scrambled at the hard ground, this was it and Zayn couldn’t watch. But after a few seconds he hadn’t heard a thump or a bang to signal the death of another friend. A single metal pole was barely keep the large television bolted to the wall and the Zayn put his hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under his shirt, it was a close call. Watching Niall open his eyes suddenly and realise that he was still alive was painful to watch, he should never have been in this position in the first place. ‘Zayn, it’s okay. I’m fine..’. Just hearing Niall say aw-kay and foi-ine, in his accent calmed the Bradford boy down like the best medication, he let out one loose breath and smiled at Niall. It was all too soon. All to safe. And then the snapping of the last metal pole sound the air and Niall was crushed underneath the two-ton television. Splaying glass everywhere and the sound of a muffle gurgle. It made Zayn spring up and shoot over to the massacre. He felt his chest splinter into a million tiny pieces. ‘No. Nialler. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME.’ Zayn, didn’t shout at anyone in particular in fact, he just threw the words into the air wanting someone to answer him. He stepped into a puddle, feeling water seep into his shoes but to find that it wasn’t water but a puddle of blood amde his stomach churn. The puddle of blood was leading from underneath the piece of equipment that had killed his best friend, and then he saw it. Niall’s pale hand peaking from a small gap. Zayn fell again, his knees like jello and his hands fisted into his hair. His heart beating abnormally, each pound said ‘Niall’, ‘Niall’, ‘Niall’.

An aching throb in his head settled in, much like the one from previous hours before the show. Liam.. where was Liam? And then he took a closer look at Niall’s hand, it was balled up into a fist with his index finger pointing somewhere. Somewhere across the room. His eyes followed the invisible line that was formed in his mind, Niall pointing him in the direction of danger.

Unfrozen from his spot, Liam was hurrying over to Zayn, dodging the long wires that dangled from the ceiling, still live and full of electricity. The looped down here and there but Liam was just ducking and edging his way around them. ‘Zayn, we have to get out of here. NOW. You have to leave him, mate, I’m sorry. I can’t.. Zayn.. Please. I can’t lose you too… Come on.’ The lad dropped his gaze back to the pale hand that was eerily pointing towards Liam, things happened for a reason, right? Death was doing this on purpose. And Zayn was going to watch everything, Zayn was the spectator. Death was going to make Zayn observe this sick twisted game it was playing. And Liam.. he was next. ‘Liam. LIAM. STOP DON’T MOVE BE CAFREFUL. WATCH OUT FOR THAT..’ It was far too late, what Niall had been pointing to was Harry’s trail of blood that had seeped out of his lifeless body. It was a thick river, it just kept coming from the lad. Liam slipped in the puddle that spread vastly across the stage floor and his body flew forward. One of the wires that looped down took form as a noose for Liam’s stong neck and as he fell onto it, a thinner wire wrapped it’s way around his neck, tightening the skin and strangling him. He couldn’t stand up, the liquid on the ground making his feet slide in all directions, the string around his neck getting tighter. Liam began to choke out, thrashing his head about until there was a loud cracking noise and it didn’t sound promising. Zayn, who had witnessed every death of his closest friends, couldn’t take his eyes off of this one. He watched as Liam’s lifeless body swung from the wires, his neck snapped and his eyes wide open in fear, bloodshot as the stranglation from the stings took his life far too soon. Liam. The life. The soul. The leader. The big brother of One Direction was gone. Zayn, hadn’t realised the amount of tears that fell from his chocolate eyes during this whole ordeal but now he was aware as he wept over his family that had been cruelly taken away from him. ‘Li.. Li.. oh my god. No. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED. FOR ME TO SUFFER? WHAT NOW? ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE ME HERE?’

Zayn curled up into a fetal position, grasping his knees and rocking on the ground. He heard a voice in the back of his head, it was cruel, sinister voice. Harsh and cold, that made his blood curdle at the sound of his. Like nails on a chalkboard, it was unbearable.

The voice spoke to him, whispering all kinds of dastardly things into his head, screwing around with his mind that was tarnished with unwanted memories of today. The smell of burning flesh, the feeling of blood sticking to him, the sound of fire ripping through the room and pulling down the frames that held up the lights that had caused all of this. Zayn, wasn’t even hurt, there was not a scratch on the lad but his mind was scarred beyond repair as the look of all of his friends etched their way onto his brain, to be forever there for him to remember. He felt as though a shadow was watching him, a cold shiver made his spine tingle and he shivered at the new feeling that surged through his body. Rolling onto his back, his eyes clenched shut as he listened to the utterance that was whispering his ear. ‘Oh no. I would never leave you, Zayn. No. I saved the best for last.’ An evil cackle rang through his head, getting louder with each passing second which was enough for him to bring his hands to cover his ears, clawing at the skin to make the ache go away. His eyes snapped open as his ears picked up another sound, it was cracking sound and plaster fell on his face as the ceiling of the concert hall began to crumble. He watched at the metal beams broke free from the ceiling and the wires came crashing down around him, a metal spear from one of the, was spiralling down to his face, it came close and closer, the crashing around him getting louder and louder and all he saw was a bright explosion of bright blue lights, sparkling in front his orbs, he felt the warmth of the blaze on his skin and then he whispered his last goodbyes as the shadow of the poles fell onto his face, and he let out a defeaning scream.

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Zayn sat upright in a cold sweat, his hand clutching the back of his neck feeling the clammyness of his skin. He felt his chest tighten and he couldn’t breathe. His eyes slowly opened and he looked around him. Niall, Harry, Louis, Liam, Eleanor and Danielle were all staring at him, wide eyed and concered. Harry was the first to speak, ‘You look like you have seen death, mate.’

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