[Sad]
“Oh stop, Zayn, not now!” I woke up to the feeling of Zayn’s soft lips kissing my neck. I glanced at the alarm clock on our bedside table.
‘8:47’
“Ugh babe why are you up so early?!” I asked him. He looked down, like it wasn’t good news.
“I’ve got a text, I have to be at work for the next week..” He mumbled
“What? I Thought you had this week off finally?” I asked him, hoping that the answer would magically change.
“I have to get to the airport in a few hours, but I promise, the week after, will be just you and me.” He smiled and kissed my lips
He entered security as i noticed what I was holding. “Zayn! Wait!” I signaled him to come back for a second.
“You might be needing this..” I handed him his boarding pas.. ‘Flight 482’
“Oh, hehe thanks, I’ll text you when I land!” He gigged and kissed me on the cheek as he darted off to Liam, Niall, Lou and Harry.
I walked back and glanced at the flights. ‘479’ , ‘480’ , ‘481’, ‘482’. Bradford, Englandto NYC- New York. Flight arrival - 5:35 pm
I changed into my sweats and jumper, now that Zayn was back to work I didn’t have to look good for anyone, even though he always told me he found me beautiful either way.
I called in to cancel our reservations for the Ivy, and ordered in takeout for myself instead.
“Fuck, where’s the menu.” I mumbled. I reached around the shelves in his room just incase he left it there by mistake. My hands grasped onto a little square box. I grabbed it and my jaw felt like it dropped to the ground. I was holding a mint green Tiffany box in front of me. “Oh my gosh..” I whispered. I peaked it open and saw a gorgeous engagement ring. Oh my god, he was going to propose to me tonight at the Ivy. I quickly shut the box and placed it exactly where I found it.
I slumped on the couch, with the biggest smile on my face. I flicked through the channels, trying to find something decent to watch on a friday night. One particular channel caught my attention. “There has been a horrible plane crash near New York.” Oh no, no, you have got to be kidding me. I glanced at the clock in the kitchen. “5:54” No , no, please no. “The engine failed, flight number 482, down. The survivors are being flown by helicopter to the closest Hospital” I felt completely numb. No, nothing was certain. Zayn was a survivor.
“Get me on the next flight to New York” I muttered.
“Well that flight is leaving in less that 15 minutes, Ma’am” She replied
I grabbed the ticket out of her hand and got onto that plane faster than I ever thought I would be able to. Those 7 hours of pure silence, the thoughts going through my head was torture.
When I got off the plane and arrived at the hospital there were nurses and doctors everywhere. Husbands, Wives, siblings in the waiting room, sobbing their eyes out. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. I walked down the hallway, trying to hold back my tears, trying to stay strong, for Zayn. I was looking in every room window, when I saw a body covered in the sheets. I heard the doctor say “Time of death, 1:42 am. What’s the name of this patient?” Please no. “Zayn Malik.”
I dropped to the floor, praying that this was not real. “Ma’am, do you, or did you know this man?” I tried to get some sort of sound out, but nothing. I nodded my head, as he guided me into the room with a familiar face laying there, covered in blood. “Liam, where is everyone, what happened, how are you doing” My words were cutting in and out, I could barely hear myself through the sound of my own sobs. “Everyone, Zayn, Louis, Harry-” He was struggling to get words out, as he started coughing, tears running down his face. “Niall… they’re all gone, all of them. I went to the washroom and the plane went down” He closed eyes, the tears coming faster and harder. “Zayn… All he could talk about was how excited he was to propose to you, and spend the rest of his life with you… He really, really loved.. loves you.” He tried to make a smile appear on his face before his head fell back onto the pillow. “What, whats happening” The IV monitor started beeping faster and faster. “His kidney is failing, I need backup” The doctors all rushed into the room, “I need… I need to go with them, they need me with them” As the final beep sounded. They all looked at each other in disappointment “Time-” I interrupted them. “No, please, don’t fucking say it, I can’t hear it again” I walked out of the room, going across the hall. I uncovered the body from the sheets and I saw my beautiful fiancé’s body, looking pale, and cold, lifeless. I held his hand, “Please, I need you to know that I will never replace you, you were the first, and only finance I will ever have. I love you so much.” I choked on my tears and let my head rest onto his chest. He was gone.
And if you're crying too much, Here's a happy ending. XD
"Miraculously, I saw a tiny, well dressed in green man walk into the room. He had a familiar Irish accent and a classic rusty orange beard. “Hello, my name is Seamus and I’m a Leprechaun. I got here as soon as I could - I heard one of us was down." Seamus then swiftly walked over to Niall’s body, and with a flick of his hand, Niall and all the boys were alive. And they all lived happily ever after.
