Chapter 26: Is This The End?

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*Niall's POV*

Zayn basically flew out the door. "See ya Nialler!" he called out, then I heard the door slam. I chuckled, he was really falling hard for that Sapphire girl. Well I'm just glad he's finally happy. After what he's been through, he totally deserves it.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, picturing Zayn and Sapphire together. They'd make a cute high school-sweet hearts couple. I fast forward to Zayn proposing to her in the park, under a beautiful cherry blossom tree. The petals gently falling, making it look like it was raining pink leafs as he popped the question. She jumps into his muscular arms, crying. The answer is yes. I jump ahead to the wedding. Zayn is dressed in a handsome black and white tux, while Sapphire is wearing a beautiful white gown, the vial to her head piece outlined in Sapphire blue, to match her eyes and name. The bouquet of flowers she's holding has white and dark blue roses, also to match. The priest says 'you may now kiss the bride', and they are officially husband and wife. I jumped ahead a little more, seeing mini Zayn's and Sapphire's running around, playing tag with each other in the park. Zayn and Sapphire sit on a bench holding hands, watching their kids play safely.

I smiled, that would be so cute. But I knew I was way out of reach, they only met yesterday for peat's sake! But there was such a strong connection between them, like it was fate that brought her here from Australia. I loved sappy things like that, it warmed my heart.

I sat up, looking around the room. I noticed that Zayn had left the love note here; it was sitting on my dresser, gently folding open and closed, due to the wind from my open window. I walked over, picking it up in my hand. The thick smell of the perfume filled my nose, I smiled. It was such a cheesy thing to do, yet it was so romantic. But there was something familiar to this smell. Even yesterday, I felt like I have smelt this perfume before; but I can't remember what from. I thought and I thought, concentrating hard. Then it hit me. Liam's mum has this perfume! Huh, that's funny. What are the chances of Liam's mum and Sapphire having the same perfume?

Wait a minute, those chances are pretty small. I scanned over the letter, looking at each detail. The writing looked familiar too. I quickly opened my junk drawer in my dresser, and began digging through it. It had to be in here somewhere, I knew I kept it. Ah ha! I pulled out a birthday card from Louis, he made it himself, so his hand writing was all over it. I opened it up and compared it to 'Sapphire's' writing in the letter. My heart dropped. It matched perfectly.

This means that Louis and the others set Zayn up, and wanted to lead him to the dock for... their revenge. I was downstairs in a flash, and out the door in seconds. I locked it and started running full speed downtown, towards the dock. I pulled out my phone and dialed Zayn's number, hoping to catch him in time. It rang, and it rang, but no one picked up. "Fuck!" I said out loud, trying to run faster.

When I finally reached the dock, I saw Louis, Harry, and Liam cornering Zayn at the end of the dock. If he took one more step back, he would fall in. Shit. "LOUIS! STOP!" I screamed, but it wasn't at loud as I pleased, since I was out of breath for running nearly 2 miles as fast as I could. Without warning, Louis pushed Zayn into the icy water. Zayn let out this ear piercing scream before he was engulfed in the blue-black water. My eyes went huge. He can't swim.

Louis, Liam and Harry were nearly on the ground laughing, holding their stomachs and covering their faces. I gritted my teeth and charged at them, mainly at Louis. "YOU FUCKING MORON!" I screamed, tackling him to the ground. We both got scrapped up by the wood rubbing against our skin, but I didn't give a shit. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I screamed, slapping him across the face. He seemed as angry as I was. "Get off me you crazy Irish drunk!" he tried pushing me off, but I slammed him against the wood, pining him down. He gasped and stopped struggling.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU JUST DID?!" I screamed. I knew my face was red at this point. "I got revenge! Sue me!" he said, a sly smirk on his face. "LOUIS YOU IDIOT! ZAYN CAN'T SWIM!" The smirk was gone in a blink of an eye. His eyes were wide and his face went pale. "W-What?" he stuttered. I heard Liam and Harry gasp from behind us. "You fucking heard me! Zayn can't swim!" I yelled, getting off him and taking off my shoes and jacket. He sat up, even more pale then before, if that was possible. He just stared at me with this lost look. His breath was short.

I gave him a glare before diving into the water, desperately looking for Zayn. While underwater, I heard another splash. Someone else jumped in. I opened my eyes to see Liam, looking for him too. He pointed behind me, and we both saw Zayn; not moving, no bubbles coming out of his mouth or nose, not even trying to get to the surface. He was just slowly sinking to the bottom of the ocean, his hair flowing like a mermaids'.

Me and Liam swam over as fast as we could, each taking an arm and pulling him to the surface. We both appeared coughing from holding out breath so long, and handed up Zayn to Harry, who was waiting for us on his knees at the end of the dock. He took Zayn under the arms and pulled him onto dry land, then helped us out. This whole time Louis just sat there, looking like he did before I dived in.

Both Liam and I were shaking from the water being so cold, but we didn't care at the time. All of us, well except for Louis, gathered around Zayn. His eyes remained shut, his skin was a ghostly pale, even paler than Louis, and his chest was still.

"Zayn.." my voiced cracked as I held his hand. It was ice cold and limp, I wanted to pull away, but I couldn't. Harry was shaking, reaching for his cellphone. He dialed 911, telling them that Zayn fell off the dock and that he wasn't breathing. "They'll be as soon as possible.." he whispered, staring at Zayn's lifeless body. Tears filled his eyes and spilled out onto his cheeks. He covered his face and pulled his knees to his chest, crying. Liam was holding Zayn's other hand, but had his face in his knees, crying as well.

Louis sat behind me, his face tear stained and his eyes clouded with guilt and terror. He shakily let out quiet sobs, just staring at Zayn's drenched body. I threw my coat over Zayn, Harry doing the same, to prevent hypothermia. Well, at least try to prevent it.

Soon we all heard the sirens of the police cars and the ambulance. They pulled up to where we wear and took Zayn away on a stretcher, pumping his chest and shoving an oxygen mask over his mouth. I had to look away.

A paramedic covered me and Liam with a thick blanket, telling us that we were in danger of getting hypothermia if we just sat here in soaking wet clothes while there was snow on the ground. "Only one of you can come along, who is it?" a paramedic asked. I stepped forward, not even letting the others think about. I climbed into the ambulance, grabbing hold of Zayn's hand once more, as they pumped his chest violently.

I gave a death glare to the three of them, they just sat there in shock, staring at the ambulance. I shook my head and looked away in tears as the back doors shut, and we started towards the hospital.

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