POV: Zayn

Dinner was going good, or at least I thought so. I don't know if Sam felt the same way though...

She took small bites and avoided making eye contact.

I tried several times to make conversation, but she shot it down with merely a shrug.

She is so strange.

My concentration on my bread was interrupted when Sam's phone started vibrating persistently. Obviously a call.

She looked up at me for the first time that night, and her eyes apologized as he scooted from the booth to take the call.

I sighed and looked to Niall and Sydney, they were getting on just fine, why couldn't I do the same?

Niall seemed to sense my gaze and he looked to me sympathetic, "Don't sweat it mate, she'll come round." He assured me but I could see doubt in cloud his assurance.

Sydney looked at me with the same sympathetic look, it was making me feel worse.

Sam came back, tears threatening to spill over.

"What-" I moved to get up and comfort her, but she abruptly turned away and went to Sydney instead. Awkwardly I sat back down, well then.

"It's Jess and Shaiann." She hissed barely audible.

Sydney looked as confused as the rest of us. Sam was not the best at explaining things in a crisis.

"Sydney, they're dead." Her voice cracked at the end and she allowed herself to cry.

POV: Sam

Thank God. I thought as I left the table to answer the call. I don't know how much more of that awkwardness I could handle.

I answered the phone quickly, "Hello?"

"Sam?!"

"What's up? I was at a dinner date." It was Shaiann's mom.

"They're dead." She was sniffling and her voice shaky.

She had my attention now. "Whose dead?"

"Jess and Shaiann, they were in a crash in Jess's car and a semi plowed into them." She paused, unable to go on. All that was heard on the other line was sniffling and crying.

They were gone?

Just like that.

No goodbye or anything.

They're just- gone.

I didn't feel anything, not grief or sadness, but I wasn't relieved or happy either (I'm no devil). Just, nothing.

I had to cry though, they would think I was glad if I didn't cry.

I hung up the phone knowing that she wasn't going to say anymore.

I need to cry.

Common cry, you do it in sad movies why not now?

Finally, I built up some tears.

Right, now deliver the news.