The Day It All Fell Apart (One Direction/ziall/larry fanfic)

Waking up (chap.8)

Niall's pov:

"Zayn! Zayn! Zayn! Wake up please!" oh my god! Zayn is gonna die what do I do! Call the ambulance! I can't believe it took me so long to remember to just call the stupid ambulance. I ran outta the bathroom to grab my phone, while Zayn sat there unconscious in a pool of blood. I'm not even really sure what I did to make him so upset. His last words before he passed out were 'I'm not perfect...not even close.' Why did he say that? It didn't make sense. I got my phone. I had to try 3 times to get the numbers right...I was shaking so bad.

"What's your emergency?" a very calm, moderated voice said. What's my emergency? How do you not know what's going on, but then I remembered I'm the only one here.

"F-friend uh uh cuts um b-blood lot of blood." that's all I could stutter out.

It's ok sir, we're on our way. th-"

"It's not ok!" I shouted at the seemingly un-human voice, "he's going to die, he's not gonna be ok!" My body was shaking as I choked back sobs. I hung the phone up knowing the so-called human wouldn't be a help. I sat there for what seemed like hours just holding Zayn in my lap, crying and crying. I had never cried so hard in my life.

I couldn't believe the moment after the boy I loved said he loved me back, came something as horrible as this. It's like everything had been stolen from me, all my happiness, all my joy, everything. Nothing mattered except saving the one that I loved.

When the ambulance finally showed up, they got Zayn on a stretcher and loaded him up in the vehicle. It scared me seeing his face so lifeless. I hopped in and sat next to Zayn and al the paramedics. They were jabbering away about stuff I had absolutely no knowledge of.

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We arrived at the hospital and got out of the ambulance. From then on it was a feeling of deja vu. I couldn't follow Zayn to the back, I had to sit in the waiting room. It felt as if all the feeling had left me, I was completely numb.

"Mr. Horan, this way please." the doctor said this while gesturing towards the door way. I stood up following him to Zayn's room. I looked down at my watch, only 12:43. Unbelievable, barely even lunch time and we're already in the hospital.

"Ok Mr. Horan, your friend here has mutiple self-inflicted wounds to the wrists and forearms. I um, have never seen something as bad as this before..." He continued to ramble on, I turned my attention to the question I had previously thought about which was 'why in the world Zayn had done this, not once but twice.'

"Mr. Horan? Mr. horan?" the doctor said with a concerned expression.

"Yeah sounds good..." I mumbled. "So will he be alright?"

"Well that's what I was saying before...he'll be fine, though he may be unconscious for a few more hours. I suggest getting some very in depth mental help for Mr. Malik, if he is enrolled in our hospital one more time for an incident such as this...I will have no choice but to admit him to a mental institution."

"Ok..." tears began rolling down my face uncontrollably. I just got Zayn back from this place, but now I may lose him forever.

Zayn's POV:

'Ouch ouch ouch' was all i could think. My arms felt like they were on fire. What's going on. Oh crap. I remembered all the things that had happened just before now, the last thing I remembered was seeing Niall's cute face and hearing his adorable Irish accent screaming at me. Then I slipped into darkness, speaking of darkness...I guess I still haven't opened my eyes yet.

It was hard at first but I eventually forced my eyes open. All I saw was the plain white hospital sheets, the plain white hospital walls, and the plain white hos- Oh! Niall! Awe, he's sleeping...he's so calm, so precious. Though he looks like he could be about 40 with his messy golden locks and the dark purple-ish circes under his eyes, I guess I can thank myself for that.

"Ni..." wow, I barely recognized my own voice, it sounded so weak. I need some water. Just then the nurse came in.

"Ooh good! Your awake!"

"W-water."

"Oh terribly sorry, be right back with that."

"Niall." I tried again, this time a little bit louder. Man, that boy can sleep. "Niall!" I was pretty much yelling now, and he still didn't budge. So I took one of the little pills off the side table...surely it wasn't life threatening if I threw instead of taking it, right?

I aimed right for Niall's eye. As soon as I thought I got it right, I threw it. Yes! perfect shot! Uh-oh, here comes the sleeping giant.

"What the- Zayn!" Niall hopped up and ran over to my side. "How are you feeling? Are you ok?"

"Oh yeah I'm fine, just thirsty, the nurse went to go get some water. Hey, what time is it?"

"Um, 9:14. You've been asleep about eight and a half hours." The nurse came back in.

"Here's your water, and I have your release forms right here. If your ready, since your injuries aren't serious...just some loss of blood, you may leave tonight. Though your friend has been informed of all the other important information, and I'm sure he'll let you in on that." she said, giving him al little wink and turning on her heel to leave.

I began filiing out the forms, all the same boring questions I had filled out last time. "So what's all this important information Niall?"

"Well, are you sure you want to know?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"Zayn, if you do something like this again," he paused and took a shaky breath, "you'll be put in a mental institutiion."

My heart dropped, I couldn't control my tears. "Niall p-please don't let that happen! Please!"