Torn Apart- Liar 2 {Zarry/Zarcel}

Chapter 5-Goodbye

~Zayn's POV~

I find myself awakening to the morning rays from my window, I had fallen asleep on my couch. I rapidly stand up and realize Harry had not yet appeared.

Suddenly I jump at the sound of the phone ringing on the kitchen counter.

I quickly pick it up, thinking it might have been Harry,

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Zayn..?" Liam says in a low voice, a sob is heard on the other line.

"Liam? What's wrong?" I feel a worry inside of me, my heart races in fear of what he would say next.

"Turn o-on the T.V"

"What? Liam what's wro..." before I can finish my sentence, Liam interrupts me with a strong plead.

"Turn on the T.V!"

I grab for the remote, and my finger trembles over the on button, until I finally press it.

The news is on to channel five, and the reporter commences her latest story:

"Latest news, today November the 2nd, It was reported on the east side of L.A that a young man from the age of his twenties was brutally car crashed, by an unknown black Vehicle."

I stare at the reporter, her eyes with pity at the scene.

The tv showed an outline of a body, blood stains surrounding the area, and caution tapes enveloping it all together.

The screen slides from the crime scene, to the man who was crashed.

"Zayn?" Liam asks into the phone.

I feel the phone slide out of my hand, and fall slowly to the floor as if a feather.

The tv focuses on a a photograph of a boy with light brown curly hair, and emerald green eyes.

My mind tries to resist the obvious, but it's no use when the reporter says his name:

The young man is reported to be with the following credentials:

Name: Harry Styles

Height: 6'4 ft

Ethnicity: British

My vision blurs, I feel my senses fading away, until light turns to dark.

My conscience however, never stops.

It keeps on running telling me to wake, to look for Harry but the pain over powers me.

The pain makes me lose all control.

It feels as if I've lost.

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When I wake I find myself laying on the couch surrounded by familiar faces:

Niall and Liam, sit with preoccupied faces.

I sit up straight and look to my left, trying to stop any new tears.

"We're very sorry Zayn, but we need to find Harry, No one knows where exactly he was taken too."Niall stares the floor, tears wanting to release themselves, but pride not letting them flow.

Liam leans in to give me a tight hug, and gently massages my hair,

"Don't worry Zayn, we'll be here to help you."

Niall holds my hand, "Never doubt it lad."

~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~* That Night~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~~*~*

~Someone's POV~

Night has arrived.

I find myself a way to sneak into the hospital Harry was located in.

"Um excuse me, may you help me?" I ask one of the male nurses.

" Sure sir, what would you like." The genial nurse responds.

'Well it's something kind of private to say, can we go where people won't notice us?" I smirk at the doubtful nurse.

However, he gives in, they all do.

The nurse follows me to a waiting room, that is empty, completely empty.

"Now sir, what did you need."

"Well as you see..." I stop myself and launch a forceful punch into the nurse, that knocks him blindly out.

I remove his clothes, to dress into them, placing the mask onto my face, I pass as one of them.

I walk out of the waiting room, and a nurse glares at me.

"O'Connor! Where have you been, you had to go check the patient in room 321 about 15 minutes ago" The nurse, a very young and attractive women, gives me a vexing expression.

"What babe?' When suddenly it hits me, that on the ride side of my nurse uniform has the name of the real nurse.

'Excuse me O'Conner?" She gives me a devilish look.

"Sorry, I'll get right on it."

The nurse struts by me, and I can't help but look at her. Sure she was very hot, but no one compared to who I wanted.

I head to Room 321.

I see as pathetic Harry rest in the room, scratches and bruises mark his white flesh. His head wrapped in protective bandages.

The heart monitor beeping ever so normally.

He was suppose to die. Why has he no died.

I see as his eyes slowly open, to reveal the green in them.

That repulsive color.

His eyes shoot to my direction, he looks but has no reaction.

"Hello Styles." I chuckle at him.

I remove my mask, to reveal my face.

A tear commences it's way down his cheek, as he looks at his legs covered with the bed blankets.

"Oh I don't think you want to see what happened there or do you Styles?"

I make my way towards the blanket, to reveal his legs covered n layers of bandages.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to walk ever again Harry." I laugh at him, I laugh at his tears. The same tears I had shed because of him.

"Why Louis?" He whispers, hiccuping due to his clogged sobs.

"Because you took from me the only thing I wanted. I had always told you I liked Zayn. I had always fucking told you I had loved him, but you didn't are at all!" I slam my hand on the monitor.

It shakes furiously.

Harry only weeps louder, unable to move, only his finger tips move the slightest but

"Now it's your turn to pay."

I reach for the pillow under him, his head lays on the bed mattress with a light thud.

He shakes his head no.

"No Louis, please, don't do it." He pleads at me.

"Yes. Yes I will. This is what you get. YOU DESERVE THIS."

I bring the pillow closer to his face.

"Goodbye Harry."

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See I told you guys Liar 2 would be sad.... but hey you gotta write what you gotta write.

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