Hand in Hand, Forever... (Sequal to The Art Teacher)

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Goodnight

*Kayla's POV*

When Zayn got home, we headed right to the couch and cuddled as the movie 'Blended' played on the TV. Once in awhile I would move to the other side of the couch and we would throw popcorn at each other just for the fun of it. There was popcorn everywhere! The floor, inbetween the couch, our hair and somewhat in our mouths. But we didn't care, we just wanted to spend as much time as we could together.

As the movie ended, I was on the other side of the couch again as we started about the 5th popcorn war. One hit me right on my nose, making me scrunch it and giggle as he threw another one at me. I laugh and throw one back at him, hitting him right in his forehead. This goes on for about a mintue or so, making only 4 in our mouths. I turn towards the clock, only seeing that it was almost 11 o'clock PM.

"You think its time to finally sleep? You got work in the morning after all, you don't want to be tired for work do you?" Zayn then turns his head to the clock also, groaning as he seen the time. Huh, guess that he doesn't want to sleep yet. But he has to work in the morning and he needs to be aleast get somewhat of a good night sleep.

"Can't we just be teenagers for once? You know, staying up all night and sleeping in all day. I can call off tomorrow, I don't think they'll mind. Please!?" I press my lips into a straight line, remembering back to the good old days when I would stay up all night and sleep during the day. They weren't the best but hey I lived through them just okay. But I guess we could I mean it the first time he would call off for work.

"Aright, but just this once. Call Lenny now and let him know." And again, Zayn LITERALLY jumps up off the couch and runs down the hall to the stairs, screaming like he's being murdered. I laugh and lay back on the couch, closing my eyes of a split second. And then everything runs through my mind all at once. Like how I got so lucky to even still be alive. I could have died back there, but I didn't and that's what I am most thankful for.

I could have lost the best people in the world that mean so much to me if I wasn't able to survive back there. Just thinking about it, I don't think any of them would have been the same. Zayn wouldn't be his normal, crazy outgoing person that he is today. If I was gone, as he calls me his one and only princess, he would fall into this deep depression. He would think that everything was his fault and how he should have been there for me more than he was. He wouldn't go outside but lie in bed, crying and screaming to the wall, as if I'm there an listening. He would be asking 'why would I do it' and 'why would I leave him'. He'd be the most hurt out of them all.

My dad wouldn't be getting any better than he's already is. Losing the woman the thought that he loved was hard enough for him, but losing his one and only world would crush him to the bone. He would stay up all night and day, just thinking 'why did they take my baby away'. He wouldn't smile or see another brighter day because his world and smile was gone. He would listen to complete silence as if its telling a book, then go on a rampage thinking 'baby come back. I'm miss you.. I need you, baby please! Just come back to me and put me in ease'.

Harry wouldn't be his cheeky and lovly self as he's meant to be. Instead he would be laying there crying on his knees. He would look up and say 'I thought you were getting better, but its like I got the wrong letter'. He wouldn't see another living day as his days just seem to get dark as the pass by. I couldn't be there to see him grow and smile, but instead to be looking down on him to be asking 'Harry please be getting better'.

Louis wouldn't be his sassy, funny and classy self that he was made into. But he would snap at every little thing. Just pissing him off can make him lose it, when he's done he can jut forget about it. Then all his anger turns into tears. He burst out crying looking for a better place, then making the serach for the same way that I took. He already hates his self enough as he does, me dying would only make him even more upset. He would also think its his fault as he hurt me in the pass.