Memories (One Direction Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 54 Memories Can Make You Do Anything

Chapter 54 Zayn’s P.O.V

It was a late fall day. I was 59. I woke up in my bed. All night it all came back. Everything I had forgotten. Everything I was told never happen. Everything that happened in that hospital room that day made sense. I remembered everything. I remembered her. And I felt like the worst person in the world. How? How could I forget her? I got up out of bed and threw the vase containing roses off the dresser and onto the ground. It shattered.

I was in a mansion. My mansion. Pictures of my kids were on the wall. I had two. One boy, the oldest, 29, and a girl, 26. I don’t want to sound like the worst dad in the world but I never really loved them. Of course I cared for them and of course in a way I loved them, but it wasn’t the kind of love I thought it would be, it wasn’t the kind of love like I saw in my mum and dad when they looked at me and my sisters. It wasn’t like I imagine. It felt like they were puzzle pieces that just didn’t fit into my puzzle. Same with their mother.

My wife. I married her about four years after that day in the hospital. I met her at a photo-shoot for me and the lads, she was the photographer. It wasn’t like we instantly connected or anything. I had just been single for a while, having one night stands almost every night, it’s not hard to get a date when you’re ‘Zayn Malik’. But her I gave her my number after the shoot because she looked fit, no other reason. We hooked up that night and she just seemed to stick to me like glue. I managed to ‘love’ her. But it still wasn’t how I imagined it. I popped the question a year after meeting her and then we had our kids and when the youngest was sixteen we divorced. She got the kids and the house, I didn’t even put up a fight for it, I thought that leading her on thinking that I loved her was worth giving her pretty much everything, but I bought a mansion and I saw the kids every weekend until they went to collage. My ex-wife found her true love, just a little late. And I was fine with it all.

I got dressed and brushed my teeth without eating any breakfast. I was seeing the lads at eleven today, it was ten forty. I wrote a note. I grabbed my coat thoughts of Jasmine the only thing I could think of.  I ran back to my room and picked up one of the rosses that were on the ground. I got in my car and drove. I drove and drove only thinking of Jasmine. I almost wasn’t paying attention to the road. I parked the car and walked down the path to the big trees in the graveyard. When I made it to her grave I sat down next to it. I looked at her grave it seemed someone had brought flowers for her a while back and they were just as dead as her sitting on her grave I moved them away the sight of them was painful. I set my rose on her grave and then looked up at the sky.

“I promised I would never forget you. I still love you. Please don’t be mad I married someone else, I didn’t connect with her at all. No one knew me better then you. You were the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful girl in the world inside and out. I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you grow old but you got to see me. Or maybe you didn’t watch me grow old, maybe you stopped watching me the minute I hooked up with that first girl that I picked up at that club. I still know her name, you know? It was Jennifer, she had blonde hair, green eyes, she was curvy, but she didn’t compare to you at all. I think the reason why I still remember her out of all my one-night stands is because she was the first girl I was with after you. I don’t remember any of the others and for the longest time I kept thinking maybe it was because she was the ‘love of my life’ and I let her get away”

I laughed.

“Funny right. You though. Jasmine you were the only girl for me. It just took me this long to remember that, but trust me I knew that way before, even before our first date. God! I wish I had asked you out so much sooner! I should of asked you out when you were four! And by the time I was ten we would be engaged! God I wish I hadn’t wasted so much time! We could have been married already before the accident!  I hate myself for waiting so long to propose to you! I love you Jasmine. I don’t see a life without you. I’ve had a life with out you! I’m not gonna lie I had good times without you, but behind all that good time was sadness. Behind all the good was always the bad. There was always the old me hiding in the back of my mind in a cage holding you in that crash when you were dying and he was always screaming “HELP! HELP!” and I just never heard him back there and he’s been in that cage ever since that day in the hospital and he just today was let out. All night all that came to me was you and me ALL of our life together came back to me and let me tell you we had a really good life and I wish we could of continued that life, I really do. I love you Jasmine.”

I fished into my pocket and pulled out what I was looking for.

“Jasmine I can’t live life without you, I know you’re up there right now rolling your beautiful blue eyes trying to say “yes I can and I have and I should” but Jasmine I just CAN’T! Not without you, not with the memory of your eyes and my hands touching your skin and you soft lips and your pretty hair and you little hands that just seemed to fit in mine and your entire self. How do I live on with all those memories in my mind of us and they just seem so real when I close my eyes it’s like you’re still there and I just want to reach out to you but I can’t!”

I was crying now.

“I’m done with all of this I tried living without you and where did that get me? To forget YOU! To marry have one night stands, to have a wife and kids I could never love! I need YOU! And so here I am next to you and I’m here saying I’m ready to be with you. I’m not running from my memories anymore I going to be with you and that is that."

General P.O.V

Niall, and Harry walked into Zayn’s house. Those three were the only ones left, Louis and Liam had died. They hung their coats and walked to the kitchen.

“Zayn! We’re here!” Harry yelled.

Niall walked into the kitchen and saw the note Zayn had left for them.

“Harry come quick!” Niall said with fear in his voice. Harry ran to the kitchen and looked over Niall’s shoulder to read the note;

Dear Niall and Harry,

I love you. You guys are my best friends and you have given me the best memories. I’m not in this house, nor will I ever be in this house again. I don’t know if you can understand why I’m doing this but last night my memories came back. I remember her! I remember Jasmine. I’m not mad you didn’t tell me, I get you were protecting me and I understand that but now that I remember all this I can’t keep going on, I sorry Niall. I’m sorry Harry. This is my official goodbye to you and everyone. I love you. Goodbye.

Zayn.

Harry ran and so did Niall. They didn’t take their coats they slammed the door on their way out they got into the car and drove. They drove as fast as they could and were not pulled over. When they got to the graveyard Harry ran out of the car before Niall had parked it. They were running up the path to the tree and Jasmine’s grave.

Zayn’s P.O.V    

I popped open the top of my pill bottle and poured the pills onto my hand. I took a deep breath and swallowed them all. And the last thing I saw was Jasmine as beautiful as I had ever seen her.

General P.O.V

Niall and Harry made it to Zayn and saw his body lying next to the grave. He had a smile on his face it seemed.

“I guess he finally got to be with her again.” Harry croaked out, tears slipping from his eyes.

“I guess so. We love you Zayn, we hope you and Jasmine are happy again.” Niall croaked fallowed by a sob. Harry and Niall hugged and stood staring at Zayn and Jasmine’s grave in tears and soon grabbed Zayn’s body to bring him to the morgue.

As they picked up Zayn’s body Harry whispered, “Don’t worry Jasmine, we’re bringing him back.”

Love makes you do crazy things sometimes.

But Memories they can make you do anything. Memories can push you over the edge or calm you down. If you ever get a chance to make a phenomenal memory don’t waste it, take that chance.

The End.

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So this was the end. Thank you for reading this I hope you cried but loved it.  

~Sandrine<3