Imaginary (Niam, Ziall, Ziam, Larry fanfic)

Part 17

Liam found Zayn walking back to the place they departed with his head hung. Liam was hoping there was a plan C he had already thought up. Zayn picked his head up when he saw Liam approaching. Liam saw determination flash through Zayn's eyes as he nearly collided into him.

"We have to find Niall's parents and you have to ask him where he buried"

"You want me to go knock of the door of strangers and ask where their dead son is buried? Are you out of your mind? That won't go well at all." Liam said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well then unless you have a better idea I don't know what the fuck to do. Do you know how many cemeteries' there are in London? Close to fifty. It would take days to go through all of them when it would be faster just to ask his parents." Zayn also crossed his arms standing his ground.

"Alright let me ask you this, do you even know where his parents live?"

"Yes, I happened to have lived in that house for eighteen years." Liam put his hands up in surrender because he had no better options at this point.

"Fine we'll do it your way. Let's just go." A smirk appeared back on Zayn's face as he went to hold Liam as they flew back into the sky.

Since Niall came to Liam without any memories of his past life, neither of them knew where he lived before he died. Liam had never expected them to live ten minutes away from his house on the other side of town. At least that's where Zayn landed them at. They were in front of an old two story brick house on the corner of the street. It was completely dark out now and the streets were illuminated by the street lights.

Liam looked to Zayn, he had a bad feeling in his stomach. He didn't know these people and this was a sensitive topic to bring up to complete strangers. Zayn just cocked his head in the direction of the door.

"They can't see me so it's up to you, don't fuck this up." Zayn said walking up the brick path to the front door.

"Gee you're just the best at giving pep talks Zayn." Liam said in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes. Zayn just shot him a death glare over his shoulders and Liam shut up and followed behind him. He could see and older gentlemen maybe in his early thirties watching the late time news while relaxing on the sofa.

Liam took a deep breath as he approached the front door and again as he climbed the front step and rang the bell. He watched from the window, as the man stood up and made his way to the door. As he opened it a little girl appeared behind the man's legs looking up at Liam curiously.

"Oh shit these aren't Niall's parents, ask them if they know where they moved too." Zayn frantically said from Liam's side.

"uh...sorry to bug you sir. Umm....do you happen to know where the people who lived in this house before you might be located?

The man at the door thought for a second. "I'm not actually sure, we've lived in this house for about eight years now so I don't remember anymore, I'm sorry." The man said regretfully.

"That's okay, thank you." Liam said and began walking down the steps and back down the brick pavers. He heard the door close behind him and the light from inside the door being open suddenly vanished. He felt like he could break down crying any moment. He was trying to remain tough in front of Zayn, though. That was the only thing stopping him from breaking down.

"What do we do now." Liam said barely above a whisper as they began walking up the street in the direction of Liam's house. Zayn was walking next to him with an unreadable expression on his face.

"We figure out where his parents are." Zayn said in a cold voice.

"Well we can look through the phonebooks and search on google and see if we can find their new address." Zayn just nodded his head and they walked in silence the rest of the way to Liam's house.

Zayn decided even though he couldn't be seen he was going to go in through Liam's bedroom window because he preferred that way better. Liam cracked his front door open and immediately began getting lectured by his mom for not calling or texting her and letting her know where he was. He honestly felt bad for letting her worry but in his mind that was on the bottom of his priority list. He apologized to her and promised to do extra chores. Her face and tone became softer though when Liam said he was out with some new friends, while Liam didn't see it as a full lie since he was out with someone new he definitely wouldn't consider Zayn a friend.

As soon as he could he slid past his mom and made a mad dash to his room. When he opened the door he found Zayn casually leaning against the wall throwing a football from one hand to the other. His demeanor suddenly changed when Liam walked into the room and suddenly Zayn was in the middle of the room glaring at Liam. Liam shut his bedroom door and cautiously walked over to Zayn.

"This is all your fault Liam! Look what you've done. You've taken away my Niall just when I got him back and now we still don't know where he is." Zayn was glowing red around his body as he clenched the fabric of Liam's shirt in his fist and pushed him against the wall. "I have tried to keep my temper level all night but I'm getting really fucking sick of all these dead ends. You don't fucking deserve him. You don't love him like I do, you fucking wished him away like he was nothing."

"You have no fucking idea how sorry I am okay? I didn't mean for any of this to happen and he might honestly never forgive me for what I did but I'm trying to make things right I'm trying to help find him." The tears were freely rolling down Liam's cheeks now and he was afraid to move his hands to wipe the tears away.

"No you don't deserve to be sorry and you bet your ass he won't forgive you. He kissed me back remember? And he remembered that he loves me. You're of no worth to him now Liam so give up. Actually why don't you do us a favor and just kill yourself. You can find a kid and fall in love with him or her and be far away from Niall and I." Zayn was still glowing red as a smirk playing upon his lips. He was still up in Liam's face and hadn't let go of the front of his shirt.

"You're just a bully you don't mean that you know Niall would be devastated without me."

"No Liam that's what you want to think, but deep down you know Niall won't care what happens to you. He'll have me and you'll be all alone. So do it Niall kill yourself you'll forget all about Niall and then you can be happy and so can we."

Zayn let go of Niall and backed away a smirk still playing on his lips. He winked at him as he turned around and flew out the window leaving Liam alone with his thoughts. Liam sunk to the floor with his head in his hands and his knees to his chest. He began to sob freely. He felt like he was running out of air and he would never be able to get enough. Maybe Zayn was right. Niall wasn't going to forgive him if they ever found him and he would surely pick Zayn over Liam if they did. He was going to be all alone and he deserved it. It was his fault this happened and he deserves to be punished for it.

Liam didn't even realize he had made a conscious decision until he was already on his feet and heading to his bedroom door. He realized Zayn was right, there was nothing left for him anymore. It was time to end and forever forget about Niall. He walked into the hallway and into the bathroom. He opened up the cabinet and took out a razor from the package. He examined the razor over in his hands then set it down and went back in his room to get a pair of scissors. He quickly went back to the bathroom and locked the door. He began using his strength to cut the plastic from the razor to get the blade free. As he did this his tears flowed down his face. He thought about whether he should leave a note or not, and how he was probably doing his family a favor since they already thought he was crazy anyways.

The razor blade broke free from the plastic and he held the shiny metal blade between his fingers. This is it he wasn't going back now. He set the blade down on the counter and looked at himself in the mirror. He took a deep breath and tried to look at his reflection through his tear filled eyes. He began rolling up the sleeves of his jumper to his elbows. He glanced at his reflection one last time in the mirror before picking up the blade off the counter.

He began to slash his wrists over and over again with all of his strengths. The blood began spilling from his wrists and onto the floor. He began feeling weak and his head began to spin. He fell onto the floor and thought this is the end.

"Goodbye Niall." He whispered and then he closed his eyes.