This isn't real {Zayn Malik}

The funeral

After our kiss, it seemed like Zayn and I were like a thing now and I loved it. He would walk me to class, which made him almost late for all of his classes but he didn't seem to mind. Everything was falling in place. He was still a bit gloomy after the passing of his you younger sister, but who wouldn't be? Her funeral was this Wednesday at 4:30 at the little church by my work. I would attend of course.

Zayn was absent Wednesday, I guess he was preparing himself for the funeral. I skipped volleyball practice, so I could go home and change quickly and make it to the church.

When I arrived at the church, there was Zayn, standing outside with a cigarette in his mouth, and his cheeks wet with tears. I walked up to him, and without even saying a word he grabbed my waist and pulled me to the side of him. We stood there in silence until his mother came out, tissue in hand and told us to come in giving us a weak smile. We nodded and followed her in.

I seated myself next to Zayn right in the front. Behind us were Harry, Liam, Niall, and Louis who gently smiled at us both as we walked by. His mom and dad were sobbing, as the Father said a few words. I couldn't quite focus over my thoughts of how the family feels.

"Does anyone have any words?" the Father asked.

Zayn gently raised his hand, then got up in front of everyone. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and blinked his tears away, as he stood by his sisters casket. He stood in silence for a couple seconds, before beginning.

"My sister. Well. She was a fighter, a lover, and just. An amazing little girl." His voice cracked as he tried not to cry.

"And I, am so proud of her for everything she has accomplished. She put up a tough fight with her bullying, but I guess it got to hard. I just wish I could have been there. To spend her final seconds with her. To tell her that I love her"

By this time he was crying, and could no longer go on. His whole family now was sobbing along with her friends. Zayn looked at his sister, who laid there so still and peaceful before turning and walking out of the church, and into the parking lot. I followed him.

"Hey. I thought that was, beautiful Zayn."

He looked up and gave me a slight smile, wiping the tears from his cheeks. I went and sat by him and gave him a hug. He squeezed me tight before saying "I just wish I could have helped her all those time they told her she was ugly and pathetic and worthless."

" I know Zayn. But no one could have helped. Don't blame yourself."

He slightly nodded then looked at the ground sighing. Minutes later, everyone started piling outside, the funeral must have ended. Harry and Liam were the first to come over, followed by Niall and Louis, each giving Zayn a hug. They looked at me, before giving me a hug as well. They all seemed to have been crying. Niall finally spoke up.

"She was like a little sister to all of us lad." While looking at the other boys who silently nodded. Maybe they weren't so bad. They seemed genuine and kind.

After the funeral we went our separate ways. Zayn leaving with family, and I by myself.

AN

I hope you guys are enjoying this. I will try an update again later. But if not I will be later in the week when i have time. Leave comments and don't forget i love you all(: thanks