Taken and Torn [Niam/Narry/Nouis/Ziall]

Chapter 22: Letters Of Goodbye

Zayn’s P.O.V

“Nurse! We need nurses!” I screamed as I barged inside the hospital. The guard tried to pull me but all I did was glare at him before he let me go. I don’t care if I was making a scene. Niall needs immediate treatment.

Soon numbers of nurses came and carried Niall on a hospital bed. Harry and I followed them all the way to the Emergency Room. I attempted to enter but nurses were blocking me, telling me that I’m not allowed to go inside. “Niall! I need to go to Niall!” I screamed as I insisted in following Niall inside.

“Sir, I’m sorry. You have to stay here.” A nurse told me.

“Zayn! We’re not allowed there! Just stay here!” Harry said, his arms around my stomach and pulling me.

“But my Niall! He needs me, let me fucking go! Niall!!!” I sobbed. Soon the emergency room door closed. “Niall!” I was a complete mess – my hair was in different directions, sweat and tears were mixed on my face and I was flushed red from anger and desperation.

All of a sudden, I felt a needle being struck in my arm. My head became heavy and my eyesight became fuzzy. I felt like passing out. The next thing after that? Pitch Black.

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I woke up in a hospital room, my head still feels a little bit heavy but I’m feeling a little bit better already. I sat up and saw Liam sitting on his hospital bed. Ah, I’m in Liam’s room then.

There’s something a little bit off about Liam. His palms were against his face, his body was shaking – was he crying?

“Li? What’s wrong?” I questioned. My voice was still hoarse from all the screaming I did a while ago.

Liam looked at me with red puffy eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but that just made him sob again. A minute later, Liam looked up and gave me a piece of paper. “Read it. I-It’s from Niall.” He whispered then returned to his sobbing session.

I sat down and slowly unfolded the piece of paper in my hands. There I saw Niall’s penmanship; it was rushed but still legible enough.

Dear Zayn,

By the time you’ll read this letter, I maybe placed on a hospital bed or inside my tomb. I know you’ll be mad if you’ll find out that I committed suicide. But Zayn, before you throw this useless paper away, I just want to tell you that I think things will be better this way. When I’m gone forever, you and the others will live an easier life. I don’t know if I did you guys a favor but in my perspective, I did. I did this not because I’m afraid to face all the challenges in life; I did this because I don’t want to cause more problems. And Zayn, thank you. Even though you hurt me a lot (physically mostly), I know that you did those because you love me. It all just clicked now, Zayn. I’m sorry if I never noticed it before. I’m sorry if I didn’t see all the efforts you did for me. But I see it now Zayn. I’m a bit bummed that I can’t say this to you personally although technically, I just did. Thank you Zayn. You’ve changed my life and hopefully, I changed yours too. I’ll never forget you Zayn. You were the one who made things right between my father and I. You were the one who reconnected the broken chain between me and my family and for that, thank you very much. Even though how bipolar you are, I still love you so much. At first I was really unsure about you but through the days, I slowly fell for you. You tried your best to change your violent ways for me and I couldn’t thank you more for that. I’ll miss your chiseled cheek bones, your hazel brown eyes, your perfectly styled hair and your bossy attitude. I do hope that someday, you’ll think about the times that we spent and just simply smile and feel happy. You know how I love making others smile, right? So after this, I would hate it if you cry. Smile Zayn. Smile because you know that a lot of people love you (Even though one of them is most probably dead by now). I love you Zayn from the very bottom of my heart. But now, I have to say goodbye…forever.