In rows of folding chairs sat the family and many lost friendships of Zayn Malik. In the rows sat the family and friends that all felt, and really were, responsible for the death of the quiet, artistic boy who had a beautiful voice.
Instead of living a full, long life with a partner, he was being lowered into the cold, hard ground. Instead of pursuing his unique and amazing talents, he was to pursue his journey to the bottom of the grave dug for him. All because each of those people sat in the chairs convinced themselves he was okay. That he was going to get over the "small" hurdle.
Well, you know what? Thanks to their laziness, Zayn paid the the ultimate price; his life cut short. Did he do anything to deserve death? No. He believed in an illusion because he was never loved the way he should've been. He was a unique, attractive, talented young man. He should've had a real person with flesh tell him they love him. He should've had the experiences he was supposed to with a human. Now, Zayn was never going to be loved like he was supposed to.
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in my dreams | ziall au
FanfictionZayn and Niall had the perfect relationship. Well, not exactly. Niall was only there in Zayn's dreams. Zayn had sacrificed a lot for this boy in his imagination. Zayn's given up a social life, relationships, even meals. Zayn carries sleeping pills w...
