"What happened to you?" the green-eyed boy asked, looking at the beautiful broken man before him.
"I was left in the darkness, so darkness is what I became."
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(A/n the chapter you've all been waiting for 😉)
—Soft melodic music gently plays in the Great Chamber. Zayn is laid out on the oak four-poster bed of the royal bedroom, tucked underneath a soft velvet bedspread. It had been two weeks since the battle, and he'd already regained most of his strength in his sleep. He stirs in his sleep, flashbacks of the battle flooding his unconsciousness.
Zayn watches as Harry begins to walk to him, Ravenna cowered weakly on the ground. His curls bounced with each step and his small smile peaked through. Just as he was about to smile...
He notices Ravenna, a wicked smile on her face as a clawed finger is pointed at Harry. It was at that moment that he sees two jagged shards of glass rise from the ground, heading straight for Harry. His Harry. He runs, pushing Harry out of harm's way, and he feels the blows of each shard.
"Zayn!"
He was falling, his knees and body meeting the ground. His body shivered slightly and he suddenly became cold. Staring at the ceiling, he could see a white light in the distance and hear someone calling his name: "Zayn, Zayn, come be with us." It was his family and Gigi, but Gigi cradled something in her arms—his baby girl. She was so beautiful, with his beautiful brown eyes and Gigi's everything else. A tear slid down his cheek at the sight of her.
Then he heard Dylan's voice: "Don't leave me, Zayn! You promised you'd never leave me!"
He looked at Harry with tears in his eyes, his lover, knowing that this was the end of Zayn Malik.
"I love you, Harry. Take care of him for me, yeah?" his voice cracked.
The light was getting brighter every second, his family getting closer and closer. He was trying to hold back for Harry, but his wounds were too great.
He watched as Harry turned frantic, "No, Zayn, stay with me please! I can't lose you! Please!"
He was losing consciousness, "I love you, my princess...my kitten...my love."
Then he couldn't see Harry anymore, only the bright light and his family. He reached out to touch it but then the light got further and further and further away. The light was not moving, no, but he was falling into a dark abyss of nothingness. He tried to scream but it felt like he was underwater, slowly drowning....
Zayn woke up with a jolt and gasp, his body covered in sweat and his breathing heavy. He looked around and saw he was in a bedroom, laying on a bed with red velvet sheets that were soft against his skin. The room smelt of honeysuckle, fruity and warm with hints of honey and ripe citrus. He looked down at himself—he was wearing nothing but a pair of cotton shorts. Questions began to run in his mind like trains on a track. How did he get here? Was Harry okay? How was he even alive? He sat up, groaning as he did so, and pulled the blanket off of himself. He expects his torso to be bandaged from his wounds from saving Harry but there was nothing there. He is shocked beyond belief, eyes widening. How am I healed? he thought to himself. I should be dead.
