Bullied By Zayn Malik.

Chapter 30: Please Don't Leave Me.

*Niall's POV*

The days went by painfully slow, and Zayn still wasn't awake. Me, Liam, Louis, Harry, and my mum came here everyday around 9, and stayed here until we were asked to leave. I was happy that the three of them came each day, it proved to me that the really did care. I couldn't cry anymore tears, I think I went dry yesterday around noon. But that didn't mean I was hurting any less; Zayn is my brother, even though me and him only got along for a few days, we got so close. He told me things that he never told anyone else, and it made me smile, knowing that he trusted me.

But now all of that didn't matter. Zayn may never wake up again, and that made me feel sick to my stomach. He can't leave.. he just can't. "Is Zayn Malik's family here?" a doctor suddenly said, coming around the corner. I looked to my mum, who stood and walked over. I sat there trying to read their lips, and I'm sure Liam Harry and Louis did too. But I soon gave up, it was giving me a headache.

My mum covered her mouth and tears started to stream down her face. This made my heart pound, and my stomach churn. Liam was sitting forward, biting on his thumb nervously. Louis and Harry were holding each others hands so tight their knuckles were turning white. The doctor gave my mum a hug, then left the room. She stood there staring at the ground, shaking everytime she took a breath. She finally came over, shaking her head. "..W-What is it mum?" I asked, taking Liam's hand. He squeezed it tight.

"They're.." she started, but her voice trailed off and she hid her face in her hands. She took a deep breath and tried again, "They're going to take him off of life support... They said th-there's no point of waiting anymore.. If he was okay, he should of woken up by now." her voice cracked and she started to cry, covering her face with her hands again. Liam hugged me tight, crying hysterically into my shoulder. Harry did the same to Louis, who just sat there dazed, tears running down his cheeks silently. But I didn't cry. I don't know why, but I didn't. I don't know whether it was because I was dehydrated and didn't have anymore tears, or because I was in shock. Zayn was really... leaving.

"They said we have one hour to say goodbye... We could all go together, or one by one. What do you boys want to do?" my mum asked, trying to stop crying and be strong for us. I whispered to Liam, "Do you guys wanna see him?" he quickly shook his head. "We don't deserve too.. he wouldn't want us near him anyway." he sputtered back through his sobs. I sighed, nodding. I gave him a tight hug, before standing with my mum. "It's just us." I said quietly. She nodded and took my hand tight, and started to walk down the hall with me.

My breath was short and quick once we reached Zayn's room. I saw him lying in the bed through the window; he was still so pale and weak looking... he looked.. dead. I shook the bad thoughts out of my head, I didn't want to think like that, even though it was really happening. Zayn was dying. And there's nothing I could do to stop it. We entered the room quietly, my mum sat on the edge of the bed while I sat on the fold up chair next to it. 

"My beautiful Zayn.." she mumbled, running her hand down his pale, cold cheek. A faint smile appeared on my lips, I loved how my mum thought of Zayn as her child. It warmed my heart, which was shattering into pieces at the moment. "Such a good boy... He didn't deserve this. After all he's been through.." her voice was becoming shaky again. She lowered her hand to Zayn's, intertwining her fingers with his. "I love you honey.." she whispered. I took his other hand, squeezing it tight. "Zayn buddy... it's okay. You tried your best, yeah?" I spoke softly, secretly hoping he would answer me back. "You'll be safe were you're going.. No horrible parents, or any problems.. You'll be happy." I realized the new tears were spilling out of my eyes. I sniffled, kissing his cheek. "Goodbye Zayn.. I love you bro." 

The doctor came in with a sad face, dreading what he had to do next. "I'm very sorry.. This is hard for me as well. I hate taking people so young away, it's not fair." his voice was soft. My mum nodded, not taking her eyes off of Zayn's face. The doctor sighed heavily, walking over to the big machine that was keeping Zayn alive. "Are you ready?.." he asked sadly. We both shook our heads, "No, but we have to let him go.." my mum whimpered.

He nodded his head, and started to shut the machine down. I couldn't watch him do it, I couldn't watch him take my best friend away from me. I stared at Zayn face, wishing so badly that he would wake up. Wait.. what was that? "STOP!" I screamed, right as the doctor was about to shut the machine off. "Niall.." my mum said, giving me a strange look. "Just.. wait." I said, staring at Zayn's face more carefully. It happened again, his nose twitched. My mother and the doctor both gasped, both of them staring at his face now. "Zayn?.." I asked in a whisper. His nose twitched a couple more times, before his eyes opened ever so slightly. He looked at my mum, then at me. A small smile appeared on his face,

"Vas Happenin'?.." He whispered happily.