Omg, I'm so sorry for not updating earlier!! I really am! I totally forgot about this, I finally got it done though, so here ya go.. Hope you like it (:
"Well..? What are you waiting for? Do it!" I hear Jason tell from behind me. I stare into Zayn's eyes "Yeah Zayn, do it!" I repeat, barely over a whisper. I can see the fear in his eyes, tears threatening to spill. "Why?" He whispers, I shake my head and chuckle. "Don't you get it? I've got no family, no friends and the guy I love and the gang he's in beat me regularly... What have I got to live for, huh?" No answer. "I love you Zayn, I have for a really long time now, but if you don't love me back .. Kill me. Kill me now!" I whisper in his ear, nibbling softly at his earlobe. "I-I..." Just then the tears start running down his cheeks. "What are you waiting for?!" "I'm sorry! I love you too Louis, I always will." And with that he stab me in the heart.
I groan, trying to sit up, failing miserably. I open my eyes, not ready for the amount of light in the room. I vince slightly, and look down at my arms to see what held me back. I've got lots of wires and tubes connected to me and for the first time I realize that I've got some sort of a mask on. In the background I can hear a steady beeping sound, that gets quicker by each second and that's when I realize where I am; hospital. I desperately try to get away, but out of nowhere a bunch of nurses rush into the room, trying to calm me down. "Let me talk to him." a stern, male, voice silence all the others. I look up, meeting his eyes. The man who 'killed me'. "Zayn.." "Look, Louis, I'm really sorry. I can't believe I did what I did. I've never been as nervous, and regretted anything, as much as after that decision." I grunt, almost smiling. "I can't imagine how scared you must have been. Poor 'Zayne boy' might go to jail, eh?" I mock, using Jason's nickname for Zayn, whenever he want Zayn to hit me. "Don't. Please, you know I didn't wanna d-" "No! I'm not gonna lay here, listening to your lies! I gave you an option Zayn, Jason or me. I put my life in your hands, and you threw it away." I look away, not able to see him cry. I can't fall for him again, I can't!
"I-I know that! And I know that there's nothing I can say to change that, or make up for that .. but please, I just, I love you Louis." he sounds so broken, like I'm the one about to kill him... "Well then, I'm sorry to tell you this; we're never getting together." A silent tear roll down his cheeks, and he nod before walking towards the door. Though before he leave he mumble those three words that'll haunt me for months; "I love you."
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It's been two months since I got out of the hospital and now I'm back at school. So far the day has been .. idiotic. Everyone was giving me these sympathetic looks, asking me millions of questions, like "omg, how are you?" "What happened? I heard Zayn Malik stabbed you! Is it true?" And so on. Anyway, if I hear one more comment about it someone better hold me back cause that person is dead. I haven't seen Zayn all day, nor have I seen Jason or any of the others from his crew.. It makes me both happy and sad, you know, obviously since they almost got me killed last time I saw them. But I still love Zayn, I do. I just .. I can't be with him. He prioritized Jason and his reputation in front of saving me! He stabbed me, in the freaking heart, telling me he loved me. Then he has the nerve to show up at the hospital and apologize, thinking we're just gonna live happily ever after. No way in hell am I letting that happen. I swear to God I'll do anything within my power to stay out of a relationship with him. The bell rings and I hurry to class, luckily this is the last one for today.
I hurry inside just before the teacher, taking the only available seat left, next to Zayn. Great! Sense the sarcasm? As I sit down, the teacher starts talking about an upcoming project, but of course Zayn does everything he can to get my attention, keeping me from actually hearing the words coming out of Mr. Gordon's mouth. "What do you want?!" I hiss, not taking my eyes of our teacher. "..you" I sigh, running my fingers through my, now messy, hair. "No, Zayn. I can't. I'm sorry." I quickly glance over at him, studying his features. He really is beautiful, I'll give him that. He's staring down at his books, tears visible in his eyes, threatening to spill. He's nibbling at his bottom lip, and if it weren't for the fact that we're in class right now, I probably wouldn't be able to resist pulling him into my arms, telling him it's alright. "Yeah, I understand. I wouldn't love me either, not after what I did to you." he reply, barely over a whisper. I sigh, opening my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out.
