How I saved One Direction

I pick up things quickly and push them in the suitcase. This shouldn't happen. This was a mistake. I wipe fresh tears that won't stop coming. I hate all of this. Why did I tried anything? I didn't get anything good.
'' Layla. '' His voice rips through my ears. I hate that voice. Actually I hate myself because I love him.
'' Stay away from me. '' I'm pushing him. He's still shirtless.
'' Let me explain. It's not how it looks like. '' Yeah.
'' Hell is not Zayn. I saw what you're doing. That's why you wanted to leave the band. Right? Move away. '' I push him again angrily when he tries to touch me. I love him but I don't need this. I don't want to go through this anymore. How I didn't saw this before?
'' I love you. '' It gets out from his pale lips like a whisper.
'' Lie! '' I'm yellin. Yes, I finally yell!
'' How did we get here? '' He asks and approached to me but this time I don't push him. His bloodshot eyes betrays lack of sleep and his face is pale as a ghost. Black hair now protrudes on all sides. He is unrecognizable.
'' You brought us to this . I give up Zayn . Finally give up. Just the way you wanted. '' He shakes his head and instantly put his finger to my lips.
'' Don't say that, '' His voice is full of pleading.
'' I'm sorry. This is only your fault. '' I turned and grabbed a suitcase and then gone out while he calls me. I want to plug my ears. His voice to me is like a siren song for sailors. Attracts me. I get out of the apartment that was common. Where I left so many memories. I'm going out into the cold air that whips my face. But I don't feel good that I thought I'd be. I feel worse than inside. I don't feel the freedom, but as if I entered the cage and the exit are door that I just closed. Did I made a mistake? I shake my head and stop a taxi. This is the only solution.

Notes

Proloque is here. I'm new so I'm not really informed with how the things funkcionate here. This is my first story so ... Enjoy <3