Just a minute (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Broken glasses, Off Phones and Unexpected

A/N: Recasting-
Ashley Brooks- Hailee Steinfeld
Ellie Brooks- Ashley Tisdale.

And my eyes shot open with a screech of brakes, a bright light peirced my eyes, that is when a huge Toyota truck rammed in just came running over us. The car flipped, we weren't wearing seatbelts, Zayn got thrown from car. He had serious injuries.

The little car rolled over several times, breaking glasses and inflating the safety bag. My head made contact with the cement ground not a moment later. Currently, blood is pouring out of my noggin.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw nothing but blood all around me, I could not see Zayn next to me. To find him I got out of the car, I nearly fell over, dizzy. My head hurt; bad thing there was no sign of life around to help me, the truck driver ran away.

There was broken glasses and tore leather peices all around, I felt nothing. No happiness, no saddness, no tensed, no pain, all I felt was numbness. My lungs were gasping for breath and there were some stinging sensation a while later.

It took me around 5 to 10 minutes for me to adsorb what had happened. Last thing I remembered was Zayn promising to be with me forever, then how did we reach here?

The smell of fuel leaking from the car didn't help the situation much. I had to cover my nose in order to breathe properly.

That's when I saw it. Zayn. He laid there unconsious. Totally lifeless and pale, in a pool of blood. His tattooed arms had red fluid and mud all over them.

His face was facing the ground, he had bruises on his arms and face. His arms were bent in a weird position. I was confused by how it got that way, but it didn't look pretty. Though, he was quite at that time. However the pain must have been too much for him to bear.

Before I could even take a step towards Zayn, I fell to ground and had a seizure. Not giving up, I still dragged myself to where he lay. I went to him, he had his phone in his hand, I took it. "Mum on call" the screen flashed.

"H-Hello?" I managed to speak, "Ashley, Ashley, w-where are you child? How is Zayn? What was that sound? Why did he say look after Ash? What happen sweetie? Please speak" She had tears drenching her voice, "Aunt we m-met with an ac-acci..." A long beep cut me short.

"Battery Low. Shut down." The phone screen flashed and it switched off. Yelling in anger and dismay, I threw it down the road.

"Z-Zayn!" I had no energy left in me yet it took every bit of love I had for him to combine together and reach me till him. "Baby?" I called him again. I ran my fingers on his cheeks. He gave no reply, I put my hand on the blood stain on his shirt, there was no movement. Eventually I understood and realized things that I never wanted to.

The hands that were supposed to hold our children were lifeless, the lips that were supposed to kiss me in front of our families were white, the legs that were supposed to tune with me were lifeless, the skin that was supposed to have many more tattoos was cold and white.

The eyes that were supposed to look at me coming in my peach gown at the church were closed, the hair that were supposed to be styled in a zillion ways were dirty and ruffled. The voice that was supposed to teach our children say Vas Happenin had silenced, forever.

I just stared at him, something shattered in me as my heart pounded out of my chest. My breath had quickened, why was this supposed to happen.

In the moments looking at him right after all this everything I could think was that this is not him. This is not Zayn, he cannot be my Zayn, he cannot die.

I opened my mouth but my vocal chords had given up along with my knees that made me collapse next to him. I cried and cried... the tears seemed never stopping. Tears only showed a fraction of what I was feeling at that time.

The pain inside my heart burned me, it made me numb. Call me selfish or insane, I do not care. I am selfish, because loosing Zayn is something I will never let happen. I will travell to the Gods above but will never let Zayn go and leave me behind.

Whenever I die I would pray to God to keep this man happy, but he only had left me.

I felt so betrayed and hurt at that time. Zayn was something I loved the most in the world and possesed him as mine, losing him made me hear my heart shattering in a gazillion peices.

I left his hand, he left me, he left me all alone. He left me alone to face the world, he left my hand when he had promised to never let me go, he broke his promise, he lied to me. He betrayed me, he left me with a million memories when I expected infinite.

I never can speak what I felt at that time, no one can replace Zayn and no one ever will. Zayn had fixed me up and he is the reason of what I am, losing him so early was one of the last things I had thought.

He left me with an engagement ring when I wanted us to travel together to paradise.

This minute was what I regrreted. Just a minute seperated us forever!

He left me, he went away, he died...

A/N:
I am not the one leaving the one I promised to give a meaning. xx
Book cover updated.