It Hurts Me To Think That You've Ever Cried (A Zayn Malik Fan-Fic) ~COMPLETED~

Chapter 24 ~Last Chapter~

This is the last chapter guys! Thank you for reading! I appreciate it! Enjoy!

~WHEN SURGERY IS OVER~

I woke up from my surgery and didn’t see Zayn. Don’t panic, he might just be in the bathroom, but he promised that he was going to be here as soon as I woke up.

“Excuse me nurse, did you see a teenage boy with black hair and brown eyes?” I asked.

 “Yes, he left you a note.” She said.

“Okay thank you.” A note? Why would he leave me a note?

Ashley,

I’m sure that you are very confused right now, so let me clear up any questions that you may have. As soon as you start reading this I will be gone forever. I know I promised you that I would be the first thing you see when you wake up but I couldn’t be. I knew that I couldn’t live without you and there were no other names on the donors list, so I had to give you my heart. It was the only choice we both had; please don’t be mad at me. If you left me I would have nothing else to live for. Yes I have the band, but there’s one difference between the band and you. I would never love the band as much as I love you. I didn’t just love you. I was in love with you. I know that you wouldn’t want me to do this but it was either this or I would never see you again and I would rather risk my life for you than never be able to see you again. I felt different with you than I have ever felt with any other girl. We always had this connection. And I will never forget you and I will be watching you from the big blue skies in heaven. Never forget me. And if you miss me, just place your hand over your heart because that’s a piece of me that you could never get rid of. But I want you to know that it’s okay for you to move on and meet other people. I want you to have a chance to have a happily ever after like you always wanted even though it won’t be with me. I enjoyed everything that we did together and you will always have a special place in my heart labeled my first love. Attached to this are the lyrics to our song, a picture of our star, the picture of us together at the garden that I dedicated to you, and a fake rose to show that our love will never die. I love you and I always will. Now I will cherish all the memories we had together that will last a lifetime until you come up here and we can start to make new ones. And don’t let that be soon. Just ride the rollercoaster that is life. You’re always in my heart. I love you and I always will, never forget that.  

~Zayn

My eyes blurred and ink blotches smeared on the paper. This is the only thing I have left of him, other than my memories. Maybe this is all a dream. I pinched myself and wished, hoped, prayed that this was a dream. How could I live without him? The love of my life was gone and I would never see him again. I lay down on the hospital bed and sobbed my heart out. Everyone, doctors, nurses, and patients, stared at me but I didn’t care. All I thought about was Zayn.

*FLASHBACK*

I started to get changed and Zayn walked in on me. I tried covering it up, but there was no use; he already saw.

“Shit! Sorry love,” he said while going back in the bathroom.

I quickly got dressed and he got out of the bathroom.

“Sorry, babe, but you look nice without clothes on,” he winked.

“Every time I sing that, I think of you and how wonderful and beautiful you are.”

I blushed at his comment.

“I’m not the only wonderful one in this relationship.” I said.

“You left out beautiful.” He said pouting.

“No, no you are beautiful. The most perfect guy I have ever seen in my life.”

“I was just about to say the same about you.”

“Will you be the first person I see when I get out of here?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said.

“I love you,” I said.

“I will always love you, never forget that.” 

“Always?”

“Forever,” he promised.

~FLASHBACK OVER~

The tears were falling uncontrollably now and I didn’t care who watched me as I poured out my feelings. It’s not fair how I am healthy now and Zayn isn’t here to celebrate with me, I mean he is the reason why I am healthy. I just wanted to lay here and never get back up, but Zayn would want me to live like he was still here.

“I just want to make you proud Zayn,” I murmured to myself. And with that I walked out of the surgery room and went to greet everyone that waited for me.