Operation: Good Girl // Horan // Discontinued

Chapter Five 1/2

Hey guys!

So obviously I’m back from holding the stories and everything. I know all of you perfectly deserve an explanation, but it's really hard to explain everything. So let's just number it down, 'kay?

1) MY MOM'S BEEN PREGNANT!!!!

2) Exams have been making my brain smoke

3) I was entered in a national contest by my school  (Which just really made me mad because I was preparing for it for a month, then my school decides to cancel it because of a storm. I was like "Yeah, whatevs. Don't care. YOLO." NOT!)

Also, to those who read my Louis story When Everything Falls, I deleted it and I am so so sorry if you liked it and didn't get the chance to know the ending. I am so so sorry, once again. But watch out, I may (OR MAY NOT!) be writing a new Lou/Harry story (IT IS NOT LARRY!). If I will, I may call it Flying & Blinded. I have been gone for a long time and put all my story on hold and deleted one, I am so so sorry

But I am here now!!!! I know I missed a whole lot of events, such as : Liam's birthday (HOLD MEH! HE'S TWENTEH!) The premiere of This Is Us (The movie was FABULOUS! I cried probably, eight times) and Sophia and The Zerrie Engagement (AHHHHH!!!!)

Anyhow, I think this is sorta a filler chapter and it won't make up for anything, but I hope you enjoy it!

~E xx

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Recap:

As Niall was wiping tears from his eyes and I was probably ready to stomp on him on my way out of the store, my phone rang. I placed the phone to my ear. "Hullo?" "Ari, Ari, I need your help."  Zayn. It was Zayn. "What?" 

"Find me."He said cheekily. 

Find him?

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EARLIER THAT DAY

~ZAYN~

"Hey Nic?" I smiled wearily as I got into my sick blonde girlfriends hospital room. "Yeah, babe?" she asked, a tired grin on her face. "If you're gonna ask, I feel perfectly fine." she continues, and as if on cue, she coughs. 

"Psh. Yeah right. You may fool anyone you want, but you can't fool me, blondie." I joked, playing with her hair I love so much. But really, I wish she could, so even for one second I could think she was better. But she wasn't. Nicole was sicker than anyone else in this building.

"Yep, that's right. I can't fool you, Malik. Maybe it's what I love about you. Maybe it's not. You just stay so....mysterious." She giggles and I can tell something hurts in her from her wince.  

Look at what it did to her. Just visiting my best friend's house (A/N: Hey guys! REMEMBER! All the boys, except Harry, think that Ari and Piper live with Em.) made her look like she was some girl who fought some bug she caught for years.

But, in reality, she's only been here for twelve hours.

Why?

Unfortunately, she was allergic to some kind of ingredient in the dish Paella. And last night, at dinner with Ari, without any of us - even her - knowing she was allergic, let her eat the dish. 

Doctor says that she might die because of the amount she ate (which was a lot), but the doctor says to be positive. 

Like, how can I be positive when you told me that my girlfriend might die?!

What's gonna happen if she did, though? What would happen if she couldn't go on? What would happen to her unfinished paintings? What would happen to her family? Would I even survive to see all that? I mean, I can't live without her! Can I?

That's why I've always hated love. I've seen it. I've seen it with all people around me. Love acts like flames, engulfing people as they fall in love, then completely burning them to ashes as they start hurting when the person they loved left them.

But then, there are times that love stay like flickers of candlelight, bright, elegant, yet still warm to the touch. It stays the same for years, until it completely goes out, leaving wisps of smoke. 

It's when both are gone. Both lovers are gone, yet the wisps of smoke represent the love they shared that will serve as a legacy for the people who have known them.

I've always thought that Nicole and I would be resembling the candle. Steady, warm, safe. But now, there's a big possibility that I'm burning, being roasted violently into ashes, bit by bit. 

Would there be time to save my ashes if she'd be gone? 

I shouldn't even be thinking about this.

"Zayn?" The picture of Nicole's heated red eyes, red nose, red lips and red everything brought me back to reality. The reality that my girlfriend might die in this gloomy hospital, where her death couldn't wait for her to grow old with me. 

I've always hated hospitals. Right from the start, I've hated the white dotted tiles that doesn't comfort you in anyway. I've always hated the smell of starts and ends of lives. From basket to casket. 

I'm not letting Nicole go to casket.

Yeah, sure, say she might die from her allergy. Who dies from allergies? That's not possible, right?

Yes it is, douche bag. When you get allergies, your heart slows. And you and I both know that Nicole's heart has got a big chance of stopping completely. 

No. No. I need to get out of here. I need to go to someone that understands me. I need to go to someone that can help me, someone that will be the best friend I need right now.

Someone like Ari.

I run out of the room, leaving Nicole fast asleep. I remind myself over and over again: Her heart will keep beating, her heart will keep beating. Ari would make this better. Ari will make this better. 

I walk to my flat, searching for my cellphone like a maniac. Apparently, I left it when I maniacally ran to the hospital, carrying Nicole. 

I contact the newest number on my phone, Ari's number, and wait...

And wait...

And wait...

And wait...

Four rings...

Five rings...

"Hullo?" SHE ANSWERED! ""Ari, Ari, I need your help." I say frantically, getting my coat from the hanger and pacing to the door. I stopped, seeing our childhood picture of us, with my arm on her shoulder. I smiled cheekily at the memories we made growing up.

"What Zayn?"

"Find me." I said cheekily, then hanging up and sprinting to the mall. Which was actually easy, considering the mall was just five minutes away from my flat.

Still, I had to keep reminding myself: Nicoles heart is beating, Nicole's heart is beating.