My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

Life

Jess POV
There was a massive cloud of darkness swirling over me. I blinked my eyes several times to know if all of this was true, to know if he was actually laying lifeless in my arms and to know if actually the blood on his shirt was even real. I screamed, louder than anything around. I screamed even louder when Charles came near me.

'Don't you dare speak a word. Or else, I'll kill both of you.'

I could feel his hot breath against my face. I wanted to push him, kill him and scream over him for bringing me forward to another situation and for making me witness another scenario, but I couldn't. I had to save him, take him before I can't hold him like that, never in my life. I stood up, gently making Zayn lay on the floor and called the ambulance immeadiately. My hands were shaking badly and my legs felt weaker than ever. I just couldn't bear the thought of him laying there, without talking and without breathing. I wanted him so bad even though everything that happened, happened because I was in his life.

After a minute or two, I was sitting im the ambulance van, holding his hand tightly. He was laying there infront of me wearing an oxygen mask. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I wept heavily, hugging his hand and holding it with the intention of never leaving it alone.

I reached the hospital as the doctors took him away from me. I wanted to cry so loud and I wanted to scream even more louder to tell the world what happened to me. I dropped myself on the floor, letting eyes glaring at me with sympathy and irritation. I wanted life to be a a little pitiful at me, to just for once consider me as a good person who deserves good in her life.

My mind was blank and hurt until I thought I had to inform Louis. I took out my phone from my jacket, my hands still quivering at the sight of the whole thing that happened before. I called him.

'Hey Jess?'
His voice sounded so familiar and satisfied, I wanted to break away and never tell him what happened, but I had to.

'Louis..'
I sobbed.

'Jess what happened? Are you okay? Is Zayn okay?'
He literally screamed over the phone.

'Louis, Za- Zayn is in the emergency.'
I broke up the last part, crying heavily on the phone.

'WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?'

'Charles shot him, he's in the emergency. Louis please come, I can't I can't handle thi..'
Tears once again made me interrupt our conversation and I hung up the phone, this time crying and pleading God for saving him. I didn't know for how much I stayed there, begging, imploring and crying on the floor, it must have been until Louis came.

'Jess? Come on, stand up. Come on, Jess.'
He made his hand forward, asking me to stand up.
I looked at him with tearful eyes and took hold of his hand. He quickly made me stand up on my vulnerable legs and asked me to sit.

'Jess? It's okay. He's going to be okay.'
He said, with his voice shaky and afraid, more than mine.

'Louis I can't live without him. I can't. He's my life, He was shot infront of me, I can't forget anything. Lou please make him wake up, please make him alive, Lou pleasee...'

I slapped him on his arm, hitting his chest and screamed at him to save him, just make him alive. He quickly engulfed me into a hug, ruffling my hairs and consoling me. I cried and cried, until I heard him crying too. I pulled apart.

'I'm sorry Louis, I know it's far more hurtful for you.'

'No Jess, it's merely the same for us. But listen to me, he will be okay. I know he will be okay. He promised me he would never leave me.'

For the first time, I saw Louis covering his face and crying like he lost something exceptional, something out of this world. I patted him, trying to make him feel comfortable but the pain that we were going through was massive and manipulating. He leaned back, hitting his head against the wall.