Bullied By Zayn Malik.

Chapter 29: Guilt Is A Strong Emotion.

*Zayn's POV*

I watched Niall shove Louis to the ground, anger brewing in his eyes. He yelled and screamed, making Louis curl into a ball in fear. And for some strange reason, I felt bad. This was the kid that tried to kill me, so why the hell do I feel bad for him?! "Sit by Harry and don't move from that spot." I heard Niall say. Louis quickly got up and ran into the hospital, zipping right past me. Niall angrily slammed his fists into the cars' window, tugging at his hair and letting the tears fall from his eyes. "Oh Zayn..." he whispered, wiping his eyes.

I was seriously starting to get mad at this ghost game. I wanted to hug Niall, tell him that I was fine, I was still here. But could I do that? Nope. I was standing right in front of him for peat's sake and he can't even hear or see me. He sniffled, taking in a deep breath before heading back to the hospital. I followed him of course. He sat back down in his seat between Liam and Harry, who stared at the ground, not making a sound. Louis stared straight ahead, right at me. I knew he couldn't see the glare I was giving him, what a pity.

“Niall?” I heard a familiar sweet voice call. I turned to see Mrs. Horan walking through the door. Her eyes full or worry an concern. “Mum,” he said, jumping up from his seat and into her arms. He hid his face in her neck and started to cry again, she rubbed his back calmly. “Easy honey..” I glanced back at Liam, Harry, and Louis. The minute they say Niall's mum, they all went pale. She pulled Niall away and looked him in the eyes. “Now Niall, I want you to calm explain to me what happened.” He took a deep breath, drying his eyes. “Um..” he looked behind him, staring at Liam Harry and Louis. They hung their heads in shame. “We.. We were all fooling around by the dock. Zayn slipped on a patch of ice and fell into the water, and he can't swim.”

“WHAT?!” I screamed, hoping he would hear me. But he didn't even break his stare from his mum's face. Why was he lying for them?! I wanted them in trouble! They tried to kill me!

“Oh my God,” she started covering her mouth. “Is he okay?!” Niall bit his lip, looking at the ground. A cry escaped her lips, “Oh my poor Zayn!”

My breath became short. Her poor Zayn? “He's still alive mum, but.. they don't know for how long.” Niall mumbled, his voice getting shaky again. Tears escaped her eyes as she covered her face, “My poor baby..” she whispered. I was in total shock. She called me her baby... she thought of me as her son? 

A sudden quiet sob made me turn my attention back to the three boys. Liam was holding his breath, trying to stop the tears from falling from his eyes. Harry hid his face in Liam's shoulder, while Louis covered his face. “Aww boys,” Mrs. Horan said, pulling them all to their feet and hugging them. “I'm sure this is very hard for all of you, you were all good friends with Zayn, right?” that sentence caused all three of them to start crying. I could see that each word she said stabbed them like a knife. Karma's a bitch.

“Y-Yeah..” Liam managed to say, his eyes overflowing with guilt. He pulled away from her hug and sat back down, covering his face and taking deep breaths. He looked like he would faint at any second. Louis was shaking ridiculously, his breathing getting quicker by the second. “Excuse me.” he mumbled before bolting off. Where was he going in such a hurry? Harry held on to Niall's mum the longest, squeezing her tight and sobbing into her shoulder. I knew he was hoping if he squeezed his eyes tight enough, he would wake up and all of this would be a dream. Well, sorry for bursting your bubble Harry, but it wasn't. I'm basically on my death bed, and it's all your fault.,

I looked around for Niall, but to my shock, he was gone. Where did he go? I looked to my left just in time to see the hood of his jacket disappear around the corner, in the direction Louis ran off too. Curiosity took over me, and I followed him. We walked down the bright clean hallway together, even though he couldn't see me. I wondered where he was leading me. We finally came to a stop outside the restrooms. I scrunched my eyebrows together, what were we doing here? I heard this awful retching sound come from inside, it made me shiver and cover my ears. But no matter how hard I pressed, I couldn't block out the disgusting sound. Niall pushed open the door, walking in quietly; I followed him, shocker there huh? He walked to the last of the 6 stalls that were inside, and gently pushed open the metal door, since it was not locked. We both saw Louis on the floor, being violently ill into the toilet. I had to look away, I never did well with things like this. Anything inside the human body could stay there, like blood, bones, and digested food please. Niall is squeamish too, but to my surprise he got on his knees beside Louis, rubbing his back. 

It seemed like forever until Louis was finally empty, even more disgusting. He sat back looking weak and tired, breathing heavy. He looked at Niall with this helpless look, his blue eyes sparkling with tears under the light. “I'm so sorry..” he barley whispered, as Niall pulled him into a hug. “Easy Lou..” he mumbled, rubbing his back again. Louis shook his head, starting to shake again. “If he doesn't make it Niall... I'll never be able to live with myself. I can't live with that type of guilt on my shoulders..” he cried into his shoulder. Niall bit his lip, fighting back tears. He pulled Louis away and looked him in the eyes, “Louis, if I loose Zayn I am NOT loosing you too. We may have had a falling out and yes I'm extremely angry with you right now, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. You're still my friend.” Louis just sat there for a moment, staring at him. Then he brought his hands up to his head, angrily pulling at his luxurious brown locks. “How can you even stand to look at me?! I'm a monster! I'm a horrible person! I'm a..” he voice trailed off shakily as he buried his face into his knees.”I'm a murderer..” he whispered.

Niall tilted his friend's chin up, making him look at his face again. “Louis, we don't know if Zayn is going to make it or not, but right now, he's still alive. So don't call yourself that.” he tried to make him feel better, but Louis just shook his head. The door opened and closed again, and I turned to see Liam walking in, still looking faint. He walked down to were I was standing, well actually, he was standing right on me. No, in me... ew no, that sounds weird. He was standing on me, which I thought was rude even though he couldn't see me. “Excuse me..” I grunted, moving to the left. 

He looked down at his friends, “I-Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice scratchy. They both nodded, but gave him the same concerned look. “You okay, mate?” Niall asked, Liam just rubbed his face with his hand. “Yes... No... I don't know. I feel dizzy and nauseous.” Niall stood, helping Louis up and flushing the disgusting sight down the toilet. “I'll say, you're pale as a ghost.” Liam shrugged his shoulders, his eyes closed. “Come on mate, I think you should take a nap in the waiting room, it'll do you good.” he snaked his arm around Liams' shoulder, as well as Louis'. They walked out of the restroom and back into the waiting room, where Harry was curled up sleeping, resting his head on Mrs. Horan's shoulder. His face was still gleaming with tears. 

Niall sat between Liam and Louis, letting the both of them rest their heads on his shoulders. Liam's eyes shut instantly, while Louis stayed awake, staring at the tile floor. “Rest Lou.. It'll help.” he assured. ­Louis let out a quiet sigh, as his eyes slowly closed shut. A small smile appeared on Niall's face, then he rested his head on top of Liam's shutting his own eyes as well.

“..Sleep tight.” I mumbled, dumbfounded.