The hottie 3 doors down. (zayn Malik fan fiction)

Chapter 16

Zayn wasn't texting me back so I walked over to his house. I knocked on the door. His mom answered. I mean his foster mom. It was weird thinking that it wasn't his real mom. she looked like she has been crying. she didnt say anything to me. I walked up to Zayns room.

Before I opend the door I heard him crying hysterically. I walked in he looked up and wiped away his tears. I walked over to him slowly. I sat down and gave him a big hug. His body just fell into mine. He started crying again. I didn't want to ask him what was wrong, it would make him cry more. "hes gone." zayn said sobbing. "he was the only thing that was somewhat a father to me." he cried. I knew what he was talking about. His foster dad was in war. I'm guessing he passed away. Zayn has lost everything.

He didn't stop crying. We layed on his bed. He had his head on my chest. "I'm here for you zayn. Eveythings going to be okay." I whispered in his ear, trying to comfort him. He shouldn't have to go through this. First his parents dying now this. I wish I could just take all the pain away. "come with me to the funeral, it's tomorrow." he said. "of course." I said softly kissing his head. We stayed their all day. He didn't stop crying.

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I woke up. Zayn was still on my chest. He was asleep. I shook him slowly. He opened one eye. His eyes were red. I gave him a hug then walked to the bathroom. When I walked back in he was changing into a suit. "I'm going to go get ready, I will come back in an hour." I said. he just nodded. I walked over to him and hugged him tightly then walked home.

ZAYNS POV***

I couldn't believe he was gone. Out of all my foster parents he was the first one that cared. When we moved here he left to go back to war. That was the last time I saw him. The last thing he said to me was ' dont do anything stupid.' he had a really rough personality but he cared about me. I was going to give a speech today at his funeral. That's the least I owed to him.

Brooke was right on time. We hopped into my moms car. We sat in the back seat. She grabbed my hand and entertwined our fingers. She looked at me and smiled sweetly. Atleast I had her. We pulled up to the memorial. Everyone was walking into the church. We walked in and sat up front. They had his casket closed because he was shot 4 times and his body was to gory. After everyone was their it was my turn to speak.

BROOKES POV***

It was Zayns turn to go up an talk. I didn't know if he could make it through it. He was really upset. He walked up and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. he looked at me and I smiled at him. "well everyone knows that me and Derrik were really close. He was my dad. Even though he wasn't my biological dad he took me into his home and treated me like his son. Their wasn't one day that went by where I didn't think about him when he was gone." he said whipping his tears. I was crying too. "if you didn't know him, you really missed out. He was incredible man. I want to be just like him. I don't get why he had to leave us, but he did and we just have to live with it. He died for a reason." he said. he smiled then walked off the stage and sat next to me. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

We were outside. I was staring at the large whole they were going to put the casket in. I think it's a shame that after we die we just get tons of dirt dumped on top of us. Zayns dad deserved more. I really wish I knew him. He sounds like an incredible man. If I could say one last thing to him it would be thank you. He helped zayn out tremendously.

They moved the casket into the whole. I was crying. Zayn had tear streaming down his face. He set a note on top of his dads casket. After that he ran as fast as he could to the car. He was crying hysterically. I chased him.

I open the car door. He had his head on the steering wheel. I had never seen him so upset. "why?..." he said sobbing. "why did he have to die." he said tears were rolling down his face. I didn't know what to say. I didnt have to. He knew that I was here to help him through this. I just ran my fingers through his hair trying to comfort him. The only thing that will get him past this is time. He was strong.