Last Dance.(Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

Chapter 16

My hands are numb.

For a second I thought my heart stopped. I couldn't breathe, blink, or move. 

My face is stained. My heart is broken.

But my hands, they are numb.

A muffled noise, coming from Zayn's mouth, his lips were moving but nothing was coming out.

Have I become deaf?

He looked down.

The muffled noise came back, but louder.

"A."

Noise, now coming through my ears. A? What is that? I swallowed hard and closed my eyes tight.

"Ella?"

"Ella!?" He was calling me. I opened my eyes again and saw his face now becoming red.

"Zayn." I said to assure him that I could hear him.

"Ella, please don't cry! Please!" But I couldn't stop; the tears were just coming out naturally.

"When?" I forced the words out.

"Next week." His voice was quivering.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I got the call that I would audition the day we got together. Right when I left."

I felt a tingle in my hands; I looked down to see his hands were together with mine. I couldn't feel his hands, my hands were still numb. I prayed I could feel his touch.

"So, it's finale. You leave for London next week. For the Xfactor?" Just hearing those words made more tears pour down.

The tingle in my hands stopped as I felt his arms rush to grab my whole body. He cradled me into his warmth as he rocked me back and forth, back and forth.

"Please, don't cry. . . Please. ." he whispered in my ears.

Please, don't cry.

Please