Depression Mood

    Reid POV

I walk back into the sitting room and met Zayn in the same position I left him, drinking himself to a stupor.

I glance at the bottles of alcohol on the table and pain ripped my heart… I can't remember the last time Zayn'd too much drink.

I sighed softly and sat next to him on the couch.

“Zayn” I called quietly.

He just stares blankly at the TV screen, not looking at me.

“Zayn you're hurting yourself” I reminded plainly.

He leaned forward and picked his halfway drink.

Not anymore.

I grabbed his hand before he could raise the bottle to his lips.

“That's enough already,” I said sternly.

“Let go of my hand Reid” He says in a drunk voice, trying to fred his hand, still not looking at me. “Zayn please, that's enough,” I said more calmly. He looks at me, I caught glimpse of tears pricked his eyes.

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