Lost Boys (Ziam)

Chapter 5: The End

The storm seemed to come out of nowhere. It came at Liam and Zayn just when they were most vulnerable, out beyond the harbour and in the open ocean.it didn't give them a chance. The sky changed colour really fast, almost too fast. It was as if the clouds fast forward into the dark night and as if someone had ripped away a sheet of blue paper to reveal a gaping black hole. The warm heat of the sun vanished in an instant and the rain came down in hard pellets of water that burned and froze them in the same instant. The water roiled beneath them, like a bucking bull trying to throw its rider. The boat clung onto the waves, and Liam and Zayn clung onto the boat, their harnesses offering a little reassurance. What good was it being tied to a boat when at any moment the sea might slice the vessel in two or crush it in it's rough salty fist?

"We shouldn't have done this"

Zayn cried.

"It was a stupid idea!"

"No!"

Liam shouted above the roar of the water.

"What choice did we have!?!"

"We're going to die!"

"We're not dead yet!"

We're those tears rolling down Zayn's cheeks, or was it saltwater stinging his eyes? Liam found it impossible to tell. He thought of his father. What would he have done?

"I'll tell you a tale of Vampirates"

He sang bravely

"A tale as old as true"

Zayn grasped this crumb of comfort and joined in. The two of them were still singing as the boat spun over and the guard rail snapped in two. The couple were thrown apart and down, down into the, freezing, churning water.

Filled with a strange calm, Zayn watched pieces of the boat sink past him into the darker water below. A strange catalogue of cups and cutlery and books whirled past him. He reached his hand out towards them and watched them dance away. He smiled. Beneath the surface of the water it was calm, a safe haven from the storm that raged above. It was tempting to stay here, and drift off to sleep with the other broken pieces of his world. This might be a good way to die.

No. He had to find Liam! He tore himself from his trance and with every fibre of his body, he pushed upwards through the water. It was hard, it was painful, and it was all he could do not to let go, open himself to the water and sink back down into the darkness. But Zayn was strong and now he used up all of his strength to fight the shower of shrapnel hurtling towards him as he neared the wreckage of the boat. He burst through the surface, waves lashing him in every turn. Swallowing salty water and gagging, he looked desperately around searching for some float to grab onto. And for his boyfriend.

Zayn's saviour turned out to be a piece of seating. He gripped the jagged edges tightly, pulling himself up onto the plank of wood as if it were a surfboard. It was an enormous effort and his hands were bleeding. The churning salt water added to his pain. But Zayn took a gulp of air and realised he'd done it. He was alive. But where was Liam?


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So that was chapter 5, hope you liked it. Vote, fan, comment whatever and chapter 6 is next :D