Forever yours, Zayn [Zayn Malik Fanfic COMPLETE]

Chapter 41

***Guess who's POV??***

Her life was being played on screen for everyone to see. Smiling, being crazy, being her. Tears fell silently as I kneeled before the coffin. Why? Why does this happen? What more can one person go through? There was no way to explain. In my head a flashback played,

She was bug eyed over the magazine that held a picture with Harry and some girl kissing.

"How though? We were all together the whole night!"

"Dude look at the picture. It's you!"

"What the hell! Don't you trust him?"

"Yeah! Don't you trust him"

"I'm just checking for her sa-"

"It's obvious-"

"It's not obvious!"

"Stop cutting me off!"

We sat in a group and fell silent. We all stared. Some convinced. Some pissed. All confused.

I started drifting back to the present. I could hear near hundred maybe less voices. My name was being called. I shot up from kneeling before the coffin. I looked in the coffin at her lifeless face. I stared at the charm bracelet. The heart. The angel. The script banner. It shone on her wrist. A tear fell from my face and splashed

on her shoulder. I couldn't even say her name because it hurt to much,

"I love you, never forget. I'm so sorry...Goodbye", I muttered.

I spun and ignored everyones stares. Some were sendIng condescending looks, sympathetic looks and looks of horror at my apparent rudeness. Hmm see if I care. I got outside and kneeled down again,

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck! Why did you leave? Why did she have to go!", I screamed out.

I stood walking away from the church. Away from everyone. Away from her. I couldn't stand being so close to her yet she wasn't even there. I didn't want to end it. Her life was too short lived. I just lost someone I loved. I meandered down the street. A bottle shop loomed ahead. What the heck, I thought, might as well skull back. After paying for 2 bottles of bourbon and 2 bottles of Russian vodka I made my way home. I walked into the house, ignoring the shouting of my name. I didn't feel like responding. I dumped the drinks in the lounge and made my way to the kitchen. I pulled out some nutella, a spoon and some Ben&Jerrys ice cream. I sat back down on the couch playing songs from the iPod that connected to the dock from the stereo. I turned it up and listened to the words as I skulled back some vodka, listening to creed,

"Please come now I think I'm falling,

I'm holding on to all I think is safe,

It seems I found the road to nowhere,

And I'm trying to escape,

I yelled back when I heard thunder"

I let the words blare as I continued to drink more. My throat was burning. It was the closest thing to a feeling I felt after she...died.

"Hold me now

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking,

Maybe six feet,

Ain't so far down

I'm looking down now that it's over,

Reflecting on all of my mistakes,

I thought I found the road to somewhere"

More of the burning liquid filled my mouth. Head spinning I closed my eyes against the groggyness,

"Somewhere in his grace,

I cried out heaven save me,

But I'm down to one last breath,

And with it let me say,

Let me say"

A good half of the bottle was empty.

"Hold me now,

I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking,

Maybe six feet,

Ain't so far down

"Sad eyes follow me,

But I still believe there's something left for me,

So please come stay with me,

Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me,

For you and me,

For you and me"

I screwed the lid back in the 3 quarter empty bottle. I banged down hard on my chest wincing in pain bring up a burp. I tasted alcohol. I most likely smelled of it too. I don't give. Nothing can faze me. Just then the door swung open as I stared into the guys and the two girls eyes. Red, tear filled eyes took in the sight of me. I smiled and waved drunkenly,

"Yo! Come and join me" only it sounded more like "yowcomjinmeh".

"You're pissed drunk" Louis said.

"Ya point? Don't start being adult-like now" I scoweled.

"She wouldn't want to see you this way" he further said.

"Oh. Did you ask her? Did she say? NO! she didn't" I grabbed the bottle again when it was snatches from me,

"What da fuck are you doing?!" I slurred at Harry.

"Joining you" was all he said before polishing it off, "Anymore?"

"Yea mate" unsaid retrieving a bottle of Bourban. I skulled some back and handed it to Harry who drunk too.

Everyone stared in disappointment. I pointedly grabbed the bottle from Harry giving him the other. At the same time we drank. 1 second, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

"Okay give me that" Liam said taking the bottle from me. Harry walked into his room, closing the door.

"Give it back now" I growled at him.

"No"

I grabbed the last bottle of vodka and ran. Well I tried to. I slipped a few times. I raced down the halls as Liam and Louis came up to me,

"No don't! Don't touch me! Just lea-"

"Come here mate" Liam said hugging me.

It was shocking to feel arms around me. No one had held me since...No one held me since she left. I wouldn't let anybody close enough. I trembled with anger that soon turned into crys. I couldn't do this. I just, it was too hard,

"Why did she have to die" I cried into Liam. I sank to the floor as Liam and Louis sat beside me. The others just stood around, not knowing what to do. What to say. What to think.

"I don't know. I'm sorry" Liam said before I picked myself up and stumbled up stairs. The air was calming. I sat at the little table that brought memories.

"I miss you..."

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Authors Note: have you guessed it? No? Yes? Well not saying anything. Sorry!! Btw guise, it's a story lol so no death threats. I mean I get it, but just chill.

I didn't want to kill anyone off but I decided against it. The decisions been made.

Keep reading! It's almost over! Oh and ...

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