Never Let Go (Ziall) *Undergoing EXTREME Editing

Chapter Twenty-Three: Letting Go

ZAYN POV

My phone ran out of power.

"Fuck!" I shouted, pressing the on button on my phone but it didn't turn on. Niall had just apologized to me and I didn't even say anything. I had some time to think about it. I wanted to forgive him, he said sorry for some of the most retarded reasons. Not wearing enough clothes? Seriously.

It wasn't Niall's fault completely, he kissed Jared because of a dare. I came to understanding and decided that I should go back and apologize, too.

"Niall?" I said sticking my head through the door. No answer. "Are you in here Niall?" I asked, walking into the room and didn't see anyone.

I quickly charged my phone so I could call him again. "Come on, hurry up I need power." I groaned as the phone was still off.

In a few minutes, the phone's lights flashed on. I quickly dialled Niall's number and waited for him to answer. Pick up, pick up Niall.

"Hey!" a voice said. "Niall! Where are you, I-" I got cut off. By his voicemail. "Sorry, I'm busy right now, if you left me a message, or sent a text , I'll try and respond as soon as possible!" I grew frustrated and hung up. Maybe Niall was out looking for me. I went out side again, and looked for him. I went everywhere, the cafeteria, the playground, but no Niall.

"Where else would he have gone to?!" I mumbled to myself. Suddenly, I remembered about the garden. Could he have gone there to look for me? I hurried my way out of campus to the garden. I went over to the bench and saw no one here.

I shouldn't worry too much. He should be okay, I was going to just wait in the room for him to come back. Yes. Then I'll apologize to him. I walked back to the room and sat on his bed. One hour passed. Two hours became four, and finally it was pretty late now. I looked at my phone and there was no call from Niall. Fucking Niall, if he was out looking for me, wouldn't he have came back if he didn't find me.

Maybe he wasn't even looking for me. Stupid Niall. What the fuck are you doing?

I recieved a phone call from the hospital. It was Niall. I rushed to my car, and started the engine.

When I arrived, I didn't walk, I ran to the front desk. "I need to see Niall Horan." I panted. "Name." A nurse said without looking at me. "Zayn Malik." I responded. After a few more questions I was directed to room 405.

NIALL POV

Am I dead yet? I blinked a couple of times. Where am I now. I looked around and saw myself somewhere familar. "Niall! You're awake!" A guy spoke to me.

"Jared? What happened? What am I doing here? What are you doing here-" I asked him but he didn't answer anything, instead he pressed his lips against my mouth.

I pulled away, but before I could say anything, I saw someone tall standing in the doorway, mouth open. It was Zayn. He turned around and ran out of the room.

"Zayn! Wait!" I cried out, and got out of bed trying to make it to the door but fell.

"Zayn!" I shouted, but he didn't come back. Zayn... Someone picked me up and put me back in bed. "Niall, forget about him." Jared told me. I pushed him away.

"No, get away from me, I don't want to see you again. Why would you kiss me for no reason?! Now look what you done."

"But Niall." He tried again. I looked the other direction away from him. "Get out right now." I said coldly. He sighed and turned around to walk out the door, but stopped. "I will come back Niall." and walked out.

Just. Leave me alone Jared.

I sat there, in bed staring at the door. There was no Zayn with me this time.