Do you ever have dreams that unravel everything you've put back together in your head? That's how Niall felt as he tried to make sense of it all. When Liam got home from school he would have to tell him everything and he wasn't sure how he was going to react.
He had kissed Zayn back. He could have pulled away and slapped Zayn, but he didn't. He had cheated on Liam and to make matters worse he actually felt something for Zayn now. It was a feeling Niall suppressed down in his head the farthest it would go and he refused to think about it. He felt like everything in his mind was happening against his will and he wanted it all to be silenced. His emotions were acting against him and even though he wished for every fiber in his body to hate Zayn it wasn't physically possible anymore.
He sat on Liam's bedroom floor with his head in his hands and decided to dive into the memories and just see what his life was like before he died. He wanted to know every piece of information that was erased from his memory. He drove deep in his mind and memory after memory came flooding forward.
He saw the day he first met Zayn when he was six and asked him what all the things on his arms were, referring to his tattoos. He saw when he was ten and him and Zayn would doodle in sketch books together on the floor of Niall's bedroom. He saw Zayn and his first kiss, the first time they made love, and the day they started to plan Niall's death.
Niall saw it all in vivid detail like he was watching a movie in his mind. He saw all the years they spent together and the progression of their relationship. A surge of emotions rushed through him and he felt tears fall from his eyes from the sudden overwhelming feeling. He heard the door downstairs close and he quickly stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes before Liam walked in. He could hear footsteps going up the steps and making their way down the hallway. He took a deep breath as the doorknob turned and Liam walked in the room, eyes immediately landing on Niall and closing the gap between them.
"Hey where did you go earlier? I was worried about you." Liam said rubbing his hands up and down Niall's arms as he searched his eyes. Niall took a deep breath and grabbed Liam's hand and led him over to the bed.
"I went to find Zayn." He said cautiously.
"Okay...why?"
"I didn't tell you this before but all week I've been seeing Zayn in my head and having these flashbacks. I needed answers so I went to confront Zayn." Niall and Liam were on the bed facing each other. Niall was studying the features on Liam's face to see how he would react.
"Did you actually find Zayn?"
Niall took Liam's hand in his and began rubbing his thumb on the back of his hand before speaking. "I did; he was under the bridge down the road." He didn't have to say it they both were thinking silently to their selves that it was the bridge Niall jumped from.
"Okay well what happened? What did he say?" Liam was now getting anxious and was trying to get Niall to spill everything all at once, but Niall was trying to hold back.
"I asked him why I kept seeing him and getting flashbacks. I got worked up and got in his face about it...and when I did he leaned forward and kissed me." Niall took a deep breath before saying. "and I kissed him back, and in that moment all my memories came rushing back to me."
Liam sat their stunned for a minute. Niall watched his features turned from confusion, to anger and pain in a matter of few seconds.
"What the fuck do you mean you kissed him back? Did you forget this is the guy who tried to kill me just last week? And now you're seeking him out to go make out under the bridge he told you to kill yourself at?" Liam was now up on his feet pacing back and forth in the room that suddenly felt too small.
"No it's not like that! He kissed me and then this surge of emotions and memories just went through my body and...I don't know I just started kissing him back and I couldn't stop myself." Niall was trying to figure out how to defend himself but still keep Liam from getting any more upset with him than he already was.
"Alright then let me ask you this." Liam's tone went an octave deeper as he stopped his pacing and stood in front of Niall staring into his eyes. "Now that your memories are back what do you feel toward Zayn?"
Niall didn't know how to answer that question. He didn't want to lie to Liam but he didn't want Liam to take it the wrong way either. He just had to explain how he didn't want all these memories and feelings forced upon him but he wasn't sure Liam would see it that way. "I don't necessarily feel hate for Zayn anymore. I didn't ask for these emotions I feel toward him now it just happened."
"Oh that's just great! You went and kissed the guy and now your suddenly back in love with him, when last week you didn't even know who he was. That's just bloody fantastic."
"No Liam listen it's not like that just let me explain..." Niall was cut off by Liam standing in his face interrupting him.
"No this is too much and I'm done. Go be with your boyfriend and leave me alone. I'll even help you out." He stepped into the middle of the room and closed his eyes. "I don't believe in imaginary friends or ghosts anymore."
Before Niall could run to stop him he was beginning to disappear from the room and Liam was fading into the distance. Suddenly everything was black and Niall had no idea where he was.
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Imaginary (Niam, Ziall, Ziam, Larry fanfic)
FanfictionA lot of people believe when you die you go to heaven, but what if you purposely inflicted your own death? Instead of going straight to heaven Niall became a guardian angel, or ghost, as the mortals call it. He was assigned to be an imaginary friend...