"Oh my gosh, I came here as quick as I could, Wha-" A familiar concerned voice uttered interrupted by another.
"Its your fault! You broke him. And now, now, He hasn't been the same because of you, and you don't even give him a chance to explian? That's cruel Mikaela, even for you." The other familiar voice roared with venom.
"Look, You can hate me all you like but-" Before Zayn could hear anymore of the convosation it was if everything was on mute.
Zayn opened his eyes and saw the moon, it was as if it was a bullet-hole shot perfectly straight in the sky. It was fully lit and beamed down on him, as if he was the star of the show. As if he was only one that mattered. He was no stranger to this feeling, having millions of fans worldwide, but this, this was different.
He closed his eyes once again and smiled. Around him he could hear the continuous crackling sounds of timber fire engine's wailing dramatically somewhere in the distance, and familiar hushed voice near by, but this didn't bother him. He was preoccupied with his thoughts.
"Hey, I think he just opened his eyes! Didn't you guys see?" Yet another familiar voice stated.
Zayn inhaled a short breath. The smokey air burned as if it was a fire in his lungs. It stayed like that for a while, halfway down his throat, like a lit match. But for a tiny moment, lying on the cold stone pavement in front of his house, his thoughts were confused. It was as if he was somewhat at peace. He smiled once more and then coughed.
His friends was smiling at him thankfully. Liam, Niall, Louis, Harry and Mikaela. However with the current state he was in, Zayn was non the wiser.
Zayn blinked at his friends and tried to talk, but he had no voice. The fire had taken it.
In his peripheral vision, Zayn could see the strobe blue lights reflecting of his once called home. He gazed at his surroundings. A house, his house, currently engulfed with flames. Crowds of people, unknown to him in pyjamas and dressing gowns. Slowly, reality sinked in, through all the chaos and many layers of smoke, he felt paralyzed, as if he was unable to control his own body anymore.
He fell back into a state of unconsciousness once more, only this time, he didn't wake up.
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Learning How to Love (One Direction Fan Fiction)
FanficNever take who you love for granted. These words speak true especially for Mikaela and Zayn's relationship. But what is there to talk about, there is no relationship between the pair, not anymore, since in Mikaela eyes he did something so unforgivab...
