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"'Till I Collapse"- A song-based imagine- Part 2

"Niall......." Zayn didn't exactly know what to say at this point. He was still shaking, from the stress that he got, trying to get you breathing again.

"Yes, Zayn? What's on your mind?"

"Do you think that she's worked herself, until she collapsed?"

"Oh yea! She definitely fulfilled her promise."

"Agreed. I hadn't ever seen her push that close to passing out ever before. I mean, she works really hard, but she hadn't ever passed out like this before."

"I don't think that any of us had ever seen that before. She was really sprinting out there. Don't think that she will do that again."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that..." You interjected. These were your first words since you had went back to the line, just before you had your asthma attack.

"Oh...umm......here, Janel, drink some water, before you get dehydrated. That's the last thing that we need right now..."

"Yea......no."

"Janel, listen to me. Your mouth can't get dry. You need to keep it wet. It makes better kisses. Now, drink some water, and get out there."

"Zayn, I'm not thristy. My God, treat me like I'm three." You were getting sassy at this point, and Zayn wanted to get sassy right back, but he didn't, only because he was in front of the other boys.

"Janel, please, just listen to him, and drink some water. It'll help you when you skate, especially when you don't have any thirst to worry about. You can just run..well, skate.." Harry said, trying to help Zayn in convicing you to listen to the boys' ideas and suggestions. They all had a purpose behind what they said; you just hadn't figured it out yet, and when you did, Zayn would be right there, to shove it in your face.

"God, boys! Do you have to be so pushy?"

"Janel, listen. Relax. Breathe. Now, just try to listen to us for once. We only want to help you, so that this doesn't happen at a meet. We want to see you on the top of those podiums, with that patent smile that you have. We may not have any clue what this means, but when Liam was trying for the reserve list for the Olympics, we had to help him train. Yes, we even had to give him his beverages as needed. It helped him a lot, and we hope that if you'll just listen, it'll help you. Now, I think that you are more than capable of being greater than you are; all that you have to do, is take our advice, along with the coach's."

"Running is a lot different than speed skating. I mean, yea, there's some similarities, but they're not the same, by hardly any means."

"We know that, but you need to just listen to us."

"Why?"

"Janel, we have had this talk before...." Zayn said. He was getting tired of hearing you bicker with the boys, and he had a plan to stop it. "If you don't want to listen to anyone, then fine. I won't listen to you, either."

"Zayn, it's not like that. It's just that I know how to train, and this is what the old coach told me to do. Just work, to the limits, until I collapse, and that's what I do. If I don't go down, I didn't work hard enough."

"Janel, you have athletic asthma. You have to learn how to cope with it, and still do your sport. Your lungs aren't physically capable to take this kind of pressure, with all of the hard breathing. That's why I don't skate with you. My lungs can't take it. The 2 1/2 years of smoking really changed me, and I wish that I could change it, so that I was back to normal, but I can't. If I had the lung capacity, I would be training with you, going to these big meets with you, and placing, just like you."

"Yea.....how do you know this? Are you just making it up?"

"Please, don't start this again.... the reasons that I know this are 1. Liam had told me stories about this one runner who wouldn't stop, and he would work himself so hard, he'd throw up, then pass out. Every single practice, and 2. this is what my doctor, and yours, said when I got my lungs tested after I stopped smoking, and when you got diagnosed with asthma." The other boys were sneaking to the area behind the bleachers, so that they didn't have to see what happened next between you and Zayn, who were both pissed in your own ways, for your own reasons.

"I'm done fighting this out with you. Maybe, it would be better if I just tried to commit again."

"How....why?? Janel, no!"

"Why do you care what I do? YOU seem to FUCKING hate me!!"

"Says you. I care, a lot. I just don't like it when you don't listen to me, especially when it could help you get a medal."

"I can do it by myself. I don't need you." You turned around, towards the track, and you felt lightheaded. "Woah..." You desperately grabbed for air as you leaned back, skates still on your feet.

"Woah, baby girl! Gotcha!" Zayn gasped, as he got you back on all 4 wheels of your skates. "You scared me there for a second..I thought that you were......." He heard nothing, not even your breathing. He put his ear to your mouth, and listened for breathing. Nothing. "Oh, man. No, no, no! Janel, come back to me, baby girl. I'm right here. I meant nothing!" Zayn sat you down, and got your skates off. All 18 of your blisters were either torn open, or bleeding, so he knew that you had worked way too hard. He put his lips on yours, and blew air down your throat, giving you mouth-to-mouth. Nothing worked. "No, no, no, come on, Janel. Come back to me. Come on, baby. You can do it. Just one breath. That's all that I need." Still, nothing. He tried mouth-to-mouth again, but nothing was seeming to work for Zayn. He put your skates in your bag, then came right back, listening for breath to come out of your mouth. "Oh, God! Nialler! Hazza! Liam! Lou!" The 5 boys all rush to yours and Zayn's sides, and saw you out of it..

Part 3 to come...this could almost be a fanfic in itself, but I won't let it...1 last part, that's it!

-Janel