Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Epilogue

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Numb. Numb like frigid water had doused her and then solidified around her body. Harry had coaxed her out of her trance, eyes locked on the space where her love had fallen from.

"Tell them we were taken, we don't know anything."

"Leave Zayn out of this, his family will be crushed if they know."

"He was protecting us; he was taken too."

"They will figure it out, Heather. They will find him, we have to figure something out." After that Heather was silent as the police stormed in. She was silent as they took Carson's henchmen into custody. She didn't say anything as they took her and Harry to the station, she didn't object when Harry demanded they know that Louis and the girls are alright. She only finally spoke when they were seated before the police chief.

"He was trying to protect us." And that was the last thing Heather said for the weeks following. Not even Harry could get her to speak, not Sydney or Gabby, not Louis or her father or brother. Harry had come up with a great story to tell the police, how someone who called himself Carson had come and taken them, mistaking them for someone else and Zayn had tried to protect them.

No one could refute the story, no matter how riddled with holes it was because Heather refused to speak and Zayn is dead.

Zayn is dead.

She recieved the call two weeks after, living under house arrest with armed guards at her door twenty four hours a day seven days a week. The police hadn't found Carson or Zayn's body and they told Heather that Carson's men probably took them and if Zayn was alive then he certainly isn't now. Heather didn't cry when they told her this, she had given up hope that Zayn had survived somehow. Every night she watched the streets, hoping to see his familiar gate as he walked to her house.

Heather hoped with everything she had that Zayn had survived. She relived that day everytime she heard Zayn's laugh errupt from a stranger's mouth. That is until she could barely remember what his laugh sounded like. Those days, when his face was murky, his laugh muddled and his lips a distant blur, Heather would curl up and sob dryly into her pillows. After this she would call Zayn's mother. Harry had gone back to find Zayn's mom, to tell her the real story and had given Zayn's mother Heather's number.

"He really loved her, I think you will too." Was what he had told Trisha Malik. At first Trisha was angry with Heather, blaming her for her son's demise but deep down she knew that Zayn would have done this for a stranger. It was who he was. After a week of initial awkward reminicising, now they spoke freely of Zayn and Heather found herself missing him more and more.

Heather flew to England to see Zayn's "Body" lowered into the ground. She cried when she met his sisters, sobbed at how much they looked alike and they cried because Heather reminded them of Zayn as well. After she got home from the funeral, Heather Lowes ceased to exist.

Four weeks after that night Heather, Louis, Sydney, Gabby and Harry were moved into witness protection. Carson could have survived and if he did he wouldn't rest until he found them all and covered his tracks. They were moved all over the country, their families moved as well, and greath lengths were taken to keep them all safe. The officer who handled their protection had taken pity on them all. She allowed Harry and Gabby to live togther and Sydney to live with Louis.

She also listened when Heather begged her to be sent far away and alone.

Heather had been offered to live closer to her friends but she begged and pleaded to be left alone on the west coast. She went to dance school under a new name, she couldn't bare to look at her friends. This was all her fault, Harry and Louis lost their best friend because of her, Sydney and Gabby were taken from their lives because of her. Zayn was dead because of her. It was all her fault.