KLAUS'S POINT OF VIEW

Something wasn't right.

Zayn looked pale when he dragged Emery back to the party. I saw it in his eyes, that flicker of pain he was trying to hide.

I've known Zayn since we were kids. I knew every gesture, every mask he wore.

And now? Something was very wrong.

I took a look around the party. There was no sign of him.

Okay, maybe this was more serious than I thought.

I pushed my way through the crowd and found Jeremy sitting with a group of girls who were touching his hair