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At his home, alone, Zayn Spicer was sitting upon the large couch by himself. Turning his brown eyes to the large wall clock, he noted that it was around five o'clock in the evening. Normally, before the breakup with Sarah, the sound of Hailee running around the large home would have filled his ears. Not anymore. Sarah had won the battle for custody of their daughter and he was only able to see the four year old on the weekends. Sarah had been a right bitch about the whole thing. She knew that Hailee was the world to him and he knew that that was the reason she was keeping him from seeing his daughter. Sighing heavily, Zayn turned the large television on. The first thing that he saw was his and Sarah's face. The news was reporting on their recent breakup and how noone had really seen Zayn since. How the band seemed to be on a break because of the breakup. Zayn had ended it with Sarah because he'd caught her in bed with another man. All of these thoughts were making Zayn angry. He gently picked up the bottle of beer that had been sitting upon the end table. He quickly drowned the drink, listening to the speculations that were being spoken of on the television. The twenty-nine year old pulled himself off of the couch and made his way into the large kitchen. Opening the fridge, he pulled out two cases of beer. He would make all of his pain go away. He shut the door and made his way back to the couch and sat down. It seemed like the news channels were doing a full blown story about him. Great. He opened another beer and began on it. As he drank his sorrows away, he couldn't help but think how much better off the world would be without him. He was a failure as a lover and as a father. Zayn drank and drank, downing nine bottles of beer. He could no longer feel anything. He could barely even sit up now. His eyelids were feeling quite heavy. Closing his brown eyes, Zayn slowly fell alseep.

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Jay, the bass player of Pillar of Society, pulled up into the driveway of Zayn's beautiful home. He'd been trying to get a hole of his best friend for about an hour. He was worried. He could remember a time that Zayn had not answered his phone. The man got out of his car and quickly made his way to the front door. It was locked. He knocked loudly upon the door for a minute. Zayn wasn't coming to open the door. He quickly began trying to break through the door. It took several tries before the door gave way, swinging open to allow the man to enter. He walked in quickly yelling out for his friend. There was no answer. He did hear, however, the television on in the living room. He made his way there quickly. What he saw, made his heart drop. Zayn was obviously passed out upon the couch. Zayn normally didn't drink nearly enough to make himself pass out. Jay quickly sat down beside of Zayn. Looking at his friend, he could see that Zayn's skin appeared paler than usual and he wasn't breathing normally. Jay tried waking his friend up but it wasn't working. Thinking quickly, he pulled out his cell and dialed 911. He was frantic by this point. He knew that something was terribly wrong with his friend. He spoke to the operator, telling them he needed help. They told him that they were sending an ambulance to the residence.

Jay waited for about ten minutes before he heard the siren. He didn't bother leaving Zayn's side, knowing that once the EMT's saw the broken door that they would enter. The next thing he knew, Zayn was being loaded up into the emergency vehicle. He quickly got in the back, texting the rest of the band telling them to meet him at the hospital. The ride seemed to take forever, each breath that Zayn took seemed to take longer to come about. Jay told the driver that he needed to call ahead to the hospital, to let them know who was coming. The driver only nodded and did as he was asked. He told the person on the other end that they needed to make sure that only those who would be working with Zayn or taking care of him were to know who he was. The pulled in and they were quickly getting the rockstar out of the vehicle. They made sure that he was covered so that the paparazzi wouldn't get any horrible pictures of him. They moved quickly, walking in. They took the two men into a large room where they would monitor Zayn. Zayn was placed upon the bed and a tube inserted into his throat, to help with his breathing. The doctor was yelling all around the room. Jay just stood by, confused. Where was the rest of the band? The doctor had Zayn's stomach pumped and an intravenous drip inserted. The doctor spoke to Jay, informing him that his friend would have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days until he was well again. Everyone seemed to file out of the room, closing the door. This left Jay in the room with Zayn. Why had he drank so much? He never did that. It was then that Brody,the drummer, and Cody, the guitarist, entered the room. The twins looked very worried. They sat with Jay, talking about what had happened. None of them knew what would have triggered such an act by their friend. Jay informed the two that a nurse was supposed to be coming by to check on Zayn every couple of hours. Hopefully they'd chosen someone that would keep his identity a secret from everyone else in the hospital. They didn't need a mob trying to get into the room while Zayn was trying to heal. Jay thought for a moment. He should probably call Sarah but then again, Zayn wouldn't want her there. Jay decided against it..at least until his friend woke up. Jay knew that it was only a matter of time until the media did find out, though he was going to try and postpone that for as long as possible.