Ghost (Zayn Malik)

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*Tara's P.O.V.*

Zayn and I walked hand in hand towards the fair. Today was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, and everyone seemed to be in a good mood.

"Beautiful day." Zayn commented.

"Yes." I agreed. It wasn't to hot but wasn't to cold. It was absolutely perfect. We continued our walk, only a few minutes away from the fair. I heard a shrill scream and turned to see a guy with a gun pointing at a women.

"Tara! Run!" I started running, Zayn hot on my heels. Everyone as fleeing from the scene.

"But what about the women?" I asked. She looked scared shitless.

"Just run!"

"But Zayn!"

"Fine I'll go back, but sat at hidden." He kissed me before running back to the scene. But the guy with the gun was no longer there...

I was tugged up from my spot and was met by a guy with a black leather jacket on. He raised a gun up to my head. Oh, God! Help me! "Hello there." The guy smiled evily. I screamed and Zayn turned around. I heard a shot and was hit with a sudden pain, before collapsing to the ground. The last thing I heard was Zayn screaming "Tara!"

I stood back up and looked around. No one was here. Where did Zayn go? I heard sniffling and I turned around and seen Zayn holding something. I walked around to get a better look. I screamed as I saw a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes with a bullet in her forehead and blood dripping down her face.

That girl was me. I looked at my hands. Am I a ghost?

I looked at Zayn who was hovering over my dead body. "Tara your gonna be ok. It's gonna be ok." Tears travelled down his cheeks. I went to pat his back, but my hand went right through him. I looked away from Zayn's face and watched as the guy with the gun run away.

I'm dead. I am dead.

"Zayn, I love you so much. It's going to be ok." I whispered. He couldn't hear me but it was worth a try.

"I will always love you, Tara."

2 Weeks Later

I stood there as everyone said there goodbyes. Zayn spoke in front of everyone, along with the rest of the boys. Little does he know I have never left his side. Everyone was crying as my casket was buried into the ground. I noticed a small, shiny figure in Zayn's hand. My ring.

I walked home with Zayn after that. Things have been quite boring now that I'm dead. He opened the door to our house and shut it. I soon followed going through the door. He sat down and cried on the couch. I sat down next to him and hugged him. Well, hugged him the best I could.

"Tara. I miss you so much. I wish you were here. Can you please give me a sign if you are here?" A sign. A sign. How do I give him a sign? He sighed before getting up and walking into our room.

*Zayn's P.O.V.*

I felt this emptiness inside. I just can't believe she's gone. On the day of our anniversary, I didn't leave the house. I just stayed and looked at pictures of her and cried. And cried. And cried. And cried.

I walked into our room and fell onto the bed. This pillow has collected so many tears these past weeks. I stood back up and walked into her closet. I looked at all her clothes. Her favorite t-shirt. The one I bought for her 2 years ago. Her paint stained  jeans from when we painted the walls in our room.

I stood up to grab some of her shoes on the top shelf, when a box fell. I caught it right before it hit the ground. What's this? I walked back out and sat on the bed and opened it. Inside was another  box. The one she snuck into the house with and I seen her. I opened it to find an iPad. A note was taped to the screen;

Happy 7 year anniversary, baby. I love you sooooo much. You mean everything to me, so I bought you an iPad. There's videos of us together on it, along with some pictures. I hope we can add way more and make new memories. I love you,

                                                                 Tara

That made more of the tears spill out. I turned on the tablet, and went to the videos. I opened it up. There was a video of us on my 20th birthday. I watched it and looked at her big smile. My heart warmed as I heard her laugh. I have to track down who killed her. He deserves to suffer.

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(A/N:) Kinda short. Tara ddiiiieeedd:'( But she is still around...sort of. Just Zayn, and everyone else in the world, doesn't know it. Zayn wants to hunt down who killed her:3 AND he found her gift and was looking at the videos. So sad. I wanted  to cry when I was writing this. Wow:'(

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