Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23

Niall POV

Zayn was dead.

No matter how many times I said it out loud, no matter how many times I said it in my head, it never seemed real. He was there just a few weeks ago. He was healthy. He was alive. Now, I will never get a chance to say goodbye to him. He was gone from this world before I got the chance. No matter how many time I think about that, I don't think I'll ever accept it.

How could One Direction ever be the same again? Zayn was a part of the group and always will be. Without his voice, we could never sound the same again. We could never be One Direction again.

Looking down at my best friend's lifeless body during the viewing seemed too unreal. He didn't deserve to die. He was one of the kindest souls I had ever known, or will ever know. He could be on the cover of any magazine with his tan skin, dark hair, dark eyes, and flawless face. He was the idea of flawless. He was sweet, caring, and never had the goal of hurting anyone.

I stood there, staring at his cold body. Not realizing how long I had been standing there. People had gathered all around me, trying to look into his casket, unable to see with me standing in their way. Karla slipped her hand gently into mine. She squeezed my hand quickly and put her lips beside my ear, whispering, "Niall, come on. They would like to see Zayn too."

Just hearing his name slip from her mouth made me furious. How could she not see I was hurting? How could she be so worried about other people, when I was busy hurting right in front of her eyes?

I snapped her hand from mine and walked away, trying my best to put distance between us. She stayed behind me, and I felt her gaze on me as I walked away. When I opened my car door, I looked back at her to find her talking to Harry. I knew I couldn't trust him. Question is, could I trust her?

Karla POV

Niall was really hurting. I tried my best to comfort him, but his sadness and heartbreak only lead to anger. Him being mad will only last for a little while. It's only a cover of what is really there. Soon, I know, he will be crying uncontrollably. If my best friend were to die, that is exactly what would happen. I've seen this all before and it's inevitable.

I watched him walk away, going to his car. I looked at him, longing for him to come back. When he finally did turn around, I was already talking to Harry.

"Hey, Harry. Could you give me a ride home, please?"

He got nervous, and shook his head.

I started laughing, thinking he was joking. But, when his face remained firm, I knew he was serious.

"Umm, ok Harry. I'll see you later then," I said to him hesitantly, slowly slipping away.

"No, no, no. Karla , don't be upset. I promise it's for you. I promise. Karla, I'm so sorry. Just, don't be mad," he looked genuinely upset.

I looked around the place, noticing that most people were crying. Mascara was dripping, eyes were puffy. The sky was gray, perfect aroma for a funeral. We had security around for when some crazy directioners tried to poke Zayn's restless body. No one needed that right now. I mean, no one ever wanted that, but especially not right now.

I sat down, waiting for the funeral to be over. I almost wanted to cry thinking of how hurt Niall and his mates were about Zayn passing away. Even I was upset about him dying so suddenly, and I barely even knew the dark skinned male. He was always very attractive, gorgeous even. But, now that he lays there, motionless, peaceful, I finally understood that his beauty was rarer than the surface. Without his salutary personality, he doesn't look as wholesome. He looked empty just lying there. He was too young to die.

When the funeral was over, I looked for Harry, hoping I could talk to him. He didn't anger me when he told me he couldn't take me, I was more shocked than anything. Harry is always so worried about other people, so I know whatever is going on in that head of his is for my best interest. Whatever Harry is doing is to help me. Harry would never try and hurt me.

But Harry went home.

"Louis!" I yelled to him, hoping he could hear me.

He walked over to me and I met him halfway between the distance. "What's up, little chick?"

"Niall left," I told him, my head instantly falling to the ground. No matter how devastated he was, it still hurt me immensely that he reacted the way he did. It has always been hard to offend me, but some things really hit home with me. Having the only person you trust and care about blow up in your face like he did, added to the past you had really hurts you.

"I saw that. Are you guys alright?" He asked, genuine concern on his pale features, highlighted by the sunset's direct sunlight, making him squint just looking at me.

"I'm sure he is just still really hurt by Zayn passing away. I know he is. You all are so devastated by this, and I understand that. It just seems like he doesn't want me around anymore. I don't know if Niall and I are going to last much longer, Lou. I don't think he cares about me anymore."

I had shared with him more than I had planned. What I expected to come out of my mouth was something along the lines of, "Hey, Lou. Could you give me a ride?" But, instead I shared more wi him than I had originally expected. I hadn't realized I had been thinking and feeling that way u til I said it to him in that moment.

Lou looked at me in understanding, no shock at all. He he been expecting that? "I think you guys will be fine in the end. You both are just so busy and you both have guarded yourselves too much. You have open yourselves up. Both of you.or else it's not going to work."

"I never knew that Louis Tomlinson was so wise and skilled in relationships," I joked.

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

Niall POV

I pulled into the closest Starbucks on the way home. I went into the bathroom to clean my face, hoping no one noticed my tears. I sat on the toilet seat, getting my last few tears out.

Just then, I heard a familiar and deep voice,"No. You can't kill her yet! He loves her too much. They just got in a fight, they should be able to make up first.".

I headed the mumbling of a voice on the phone.

"Karla will die at sometime. I promise. Just not yet, Jenna."

Harry is trying to kill Karla.