My fault - His fault

Promise me

A/N so this is basically the last chapter :( but I am considering doing a sequel, not sure though... Would it be a good idea?

Louis, Zayn and Liam sat in a hospitable room. None of them spoke. None of them took their eyes off Niall.

He lay their, perfectly still. He looked as though he was just sleeping... but he wasn't. He was in a coma. There was an IV in his left arm, keeping him hydrated. In his right arm he was being given a blood transfusion.

The doctor told them with how weak Niall's body already was, plus the blood loss, there was no way to know if he'd make it or not. Only time would tell.

Liam had practically become a mute since the night him and Zayn had found Niall. He would only speak if Zayn or Louis asked him a direct question, and even then, his answers were short and to the point.

Out of all of them Louis was taking it the best. He wished he hadn't answered the phone call from Zayn. It sounded selfish, but he could be with Eleanor and everything would be okay. Niall would still be okay, at least in his world. Despite that, though, he was the most normal out of the three.

Zayn learned to hate the word why. His mind was overloaded with questions like 'Why would Niall do this? Why did this happen? Why us? Why did Harry have to die? Why did the car crash?' He was also worried about Liam, he ate little, slept less and barely spoke. Since Niall had been admitted to hospital, Zayn had seen Liam smile (Zayn reminded himself to thank Louis for it later) only a couple times and even then they were few and far between.

Harry, for once, didn't know what was going to happen and just like the rest of his friends he hovered around Niall's bed whenever he could. After Niall was admitted to hospital, Harry had gone to meet with the Saints, who had told him had had done a good job, especially for someone who was still learning the ropes. They told him they had given him this mission too soon and he had done remarkably well. Harry wasn't so convinced. If he had done so well, why did he feel like he'd failed.

Liam was, undoubtedly, taking it the worse. He blamed himself, the words repeating through his mind 'Kill yourself for all I care' over and over until he wanted to rip his head apart and cry. His emotions were all over the place. One minute he'd be sad. Then he'd be angry and betrayed. Afterwards, a cloud of guilt would settle over him. And lastly, he'd feel useless and scared.

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Zayn waited two weeks for answers. He couldn't wait any longer. He remembered how Niall used to talk about his cellmate when Zayn would visit him in prison. It seemed as though Dylan was the only person Niall could trust in there. Zayn figured that maybe Niall talked to him, or maybe Dylan just knew something. He knew it was a long shot, but it was worth a try.

He talked to Louis and Liam, he knew it would be unfair on them if he didn't give them a choice to come with him or not. Louis was all for it, but Liam was reluctant to leave Niall alone. Harry heard this and appeared "Go with them, Liam. If I think Niall will wake up I'll teleport and tell you. It'll be quicker then a phone call," Liam thought for a moment then nodded, indicating he'd see Dylan too.

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"Who are you here to see?" a female officer asker Zayn at the front desk.

"Dylan..." it was at that moment that They realised none of them knew what Dylan's last name was, "Uh... we don't know his last name, but he shared a cell with our brother, Niall Horan. Can you look that up?"

"I'm sorry. I can't let you in to see him if you don't know him. Only family is allowed to visit here,"

"Ma'am, we really need to see them... please,"