The Bucket List (One Direction)

I slowly gather up my clothes, my belongings and put them in my duffel bag, tidying up my room as I go, putting things back where they were, putting some other things in the washing basket, others in the wardrobe.

I look at the picture of Tibby, hanging up on my wall and I smile, now able to be happy about the moments we've had. Tibby died a month ago. The doctor pulled her off the life support. I was sitting outside with the boys and Sage when she died, but I felt it. It was like a huge part of me had left. We promised each other we wouldn't leave each other's side, and at first I felt like I'd broken the promise. Maybe I should have decided to keep her alive. Maybe I should have given her a chance and maybe she could have pulled through the coma. Something told me she wouldn't, so I took a chance and told the doctor to do it. I felt partly to blame for her life. But now, now I feel clean, I've stopped blaming myself and I know I never broke the promise, she'll always be by my side, like I hers.

On the bright side, I finished her bucket list for her.

I smile and leave the photo up on my wall, along with pictures of my sister, of my dad and of my mum, all separate. I glance at the ones of the boys and me and I notice one of me and Sage, pulling funny faces.

I take a deep breath, picking up my duffel bag and I step out of my room. Time to go back to them. To my friends. To my job. To my life.

I'm not sure I'm ready, but I'll just have to try my best.

My mum and sister hug me, tell me to call, tell me to be careful and I nod, hearing the car outside. I smile at them and tell them I love them and that I will call.

I open the door and head towards Zayn's car and hop in the passenger side, waving at my mum and sister as we drive off.

Zayn smiles at me in greeting and I pat his shoulder, putting my seat-belt on.

''How you doing?'' he asks, staring at the road in front of us.

I shrug. ''You know. Getting used to it.''

He nods. ''Yeah. It'll get better, you know. Once you're back with us, maybe. Back with music, writing songs.''

''Yeah. It won't be the same though.''

''Nothing is,'' he shrugs. ''Everything changes at some point. But it's up to you whether you want to stay still or roll with it.'' I keep quiet, processing what he'd said. He has a point. ''Either way, I'll be with you, helping you.''

''Thanks Zayn.''

Zayn smiles and nods.

''You know, I don't think I've ever told you, but I love you man, you're a brother to me.''

Zayn laughs and looks at me. ''Love you too and likewise.''

''So,'' I smile brightly, gently putting the sadness at the back of my mind. ''What's new?''

''Well, we've found the apartment we're moving into for a month or however long it is and we've got most of the furniture ready- '' I cut Zayn off by saying, ''Oh yeah right, leave the hard work until Harry arrives so we can have more help. Charming.'' I roll my eyes, grinning. Zayn shakes his head, a smile on his face. ''Nope. We just didn't wanna do it all without you.''

I give him a look which I'm not sure he sees and he says, ''Also, Sage has passed her driving test – which she was studying on the quiet for – and therefore, has her driving license and she has bought a second-hand car.''

''Oh wow, that's great.''

Zayn nods, ''It is. I think tonight we're going out to a club to celebrate the tour ending.''

I frown, ''But shouldn't we have done that when the tour actually ended?''

''We would have done, but some guy decided to run off in the middle of the night and disappear so we couldn't.''

I laugh and punch him lightly on his arm as my thoughts flick back to that night.

Sage.

The kiss.

Her tears.

That kiss was... amazing. Without realising, I'd missed them kisses. I'd missed her. I still do miss her.

Now I think of it, there were two kisses. One which she refused and then the next one, after it. Holy shit they were good. My mouth tingles, as I remember what the kiss was like.

''I have loads of crap in the boot, my mum told me to take loads of clothes and some other bits and bobs and even though I said it's only for a month, she said she didn't care and wouldn't let me out of the house without it all. Honestly.'' Zayn shakes his head, a tiny smile on his face.

''Your mum is awesome though Zayn.''

Zayn shoots me a look but nods. ''Everyone thinks their mum is awesome.''

''True.'' I pull a face at him.

''One hour until we get to London, yay!'' Zayn squeals in a girly voice and my eyes widen before I laugh, smacking my thigh in laughter.

''Jesus, where did that come from?''

''I got it from my sisters. And Sage. Girls in general.'' Zayn still has a grin on his face when he turns the radio on and a song we both like comes on.

We start singing, head-banging to the beat and we act like idiots.

But it's okay to act like idiots once in a while. Especially with one of your best friends and brothers. Because life is too short to be sad and upset. Life is about having fun, beating the obstacles put in your way and even though it sometimes seems like it's all sadness and shit, you have to believe that things will get better. Because they will. Maybe not tomorrow or next week, but they will.

One of my best friends taught me that.

You just have to have faith.

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Aw guys this is the epilogue aw.

Hope you all enjoyed this short story which is a spin-off from He Broke My Heart and yeah. Please go read that if you haven't already.

I'm gonna upload the acknowledgements after this so yeah, please comment and vote with your thoughts of this story, thank you.

Love you,

Amber. :)

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Hey guys!

So this is the epilogue, and The Bucket List has finished. :c

I'll be posting the acknowledgements later today, so please read. You never know, you may be mentioned. x)

This may be edited, further along in the months, depending how I feel about it. The epilogue I mean. Either way, thank you so so much for reading, it'd be awesome if you could vote and comment your thoughts and I will be dedicating the chapters soon, I promise!

Thank you for everything.

Love,

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