This isn't real {Zayn Malik}

Bad Luck

Halloween was tomorrow. And of course there was another party going on. Louis was having a party, but only for Harry, Liam, Sophia, Eleanor, Niall, Zayn, and of course myself. We weren't going to dress up, we would just go for a little bit, and hang out. I wasn't about to get drunk this time, since last time I had a killer hangover.

The next day approached quickly, and it was already time for the party. Zayn wore a plain white V-neck, with jeans and his Converse. I went with a slim fitting black shirt with ripped jeans and Vans. We headed to Louis house an everyone was already there. They had movies, music, and of course alcohol. I didn't drink any, but Zayn did. They all did. It started out with just a few beers for each of them, then it turned into shot after shot of vodka and patron. I wondered where they got this alcohol, if they were all underaged. I didn't question it though.

By the time 10:30 came I was the only sober one. They were so drunk they could barley talk without drooling all over themselves. Sophia and Eleanor were the worst out of them all. Zayn and I stayed on the couch while the others tried to dance to the rap song Louis played. By 11:30 things went from bad to worst. Now they were drinking even more, and Harry and Niall ended up throwing up twice. Once they got cleaned up we all sat back around the table, and made small talk. Even though I wasn't drunk, it was still fun to hang out with them. Before I knew it Liam and Harry were complaining about a neck pain. Just like that Zayn reached in his pocket and pulled out 3 medicine bottles. One filled with weed, and the other two filled with a mixture of pills.

"Now thats what I'm talking bout" Harry almost shouted.

Zayn grinned before passing all of them 2 pills, each of a different shape and color. When he reached me I could already feel my blood boiling.

"Where did you get those?"

"My boss"

"The one from the music store?"

They all laughed when I asked that. What? Was it obvious that I was more than furious.

"No babe. My boss boss. You know. Dealer."

I stared at him straight in the eyes as he spoke. Zayn was a drug dealer? Why didn't I know? They all began taking pills after pills, and smoked more weed than imagined. By 1:30 they were all high and still a bit drunk. It was horrible since I was the only one sober and okay. At 1:45 I heard a knock at the door. I went and opened it and there stood 2 huge guys. They had to be at least six foot two. Without saying anything they pushed me to the ground and stormed into the kitchen, where everyone was sitting. I pulled myself up and followed them. All of the boys and the girls even had a fear struck face as they saw the men walk in. They immediately went for Zayn, pulling him out of his chair. My heart stopped when they asked Zayn where the money was. Everyone seemed to understand but me, and I was scared.

"She'll get it tomorrow. Chill"

"That's what you said last week Malik. You know she doesn't play."

Zayn, who was still very intoxicated began giggling hysterically. The men looked at him, and I noticed one reach into his pocket. They continued asking Zayn questions, but I couldn't make out what they were. Moments later Zayn's face fell from happy to suddenly terrified. The men stiffened up, and got a serious look on their face right before.

*gunshot*

My heart jumped. The men ran out of the door right past me, as I saw Zayn drop to the floor. His white teeshirt was now a crimson red. My eyes filled with tears as he lay there so still. I ran to his side and pulled his head in my lap. Niall was already on the phone with 911. I placed my hand over his right side of his chest, where he was now bleeding non stop. His eyes fluttered as he tried to keep them open. I felt the blood on my hand and my jeans. His shirt was now full of blood, and his pulse was slowing down rapidly. I was crying so much I could barley breath. It was like holding your love one in your arms while he's slowly dying. Moments later an ambulance came and took Zayn away. I ran to my car, and followed close behind. Also the others followed.

About 5 minutes later we were all in the ER talking to nurses and doctors. They were going to do emergency surgery to remove the bullet. It was now 2:15, and the surgery would start at 2:30. I sat in the waiting room with the others, I was still crying and my jeans and hands were covered in blood. Approximately 20 minutes after the surgery started at least a dozen police officers pulled Harry, Liam, Niall, Louis, Eleanor, and Sophia aside. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but moments later they all sat back down.

"It was Mark and Luke who shot him. They already have a lead on where they are. They're gonna get them Layla. Promise" Niall said giving me a sympathetic smile.

I nodded, still crying. My heart was racing and by now my whole body was in shock.

"Tell me what this is all about please. Who's his boss. What's going on please tell me"

Liam sighed before finally speaking up.

"We all are apart of it. We work for erm."

"Tell me now" my voice was now stern and angry.

"We all work for Addy. She's the boss. She has us sell her drugs on the streets. All of us do it. Zayn happens to be on her bad side currently. He hasn't brought her any money in a month, but has no more drugs. She's finding out that he's not selling them, but just doing them and giving them out. She wants him dead"

My heart suddenly stopped. Addy. The girl I call or called my best friend was a drug dealer. Not just any drug dealer, but the boss. And now she wanted my boyfriend dead. I couldn't even see, an I could feel the warm tears welting in my eyes. They began to run down my face as Sophia hugged me.

"Its okay. Its gonna be okay he's gonna be okay. She won't hurt him anymore. We'll make sure if of it" Sophia said while stroking my hair. I nodded still balling my eyes out.

The ER door opened, and a nurse emerged.

"He's gonna be okay. The bullet barley missed an important artery, but he's okay."

Relief washed over me.

"May I see him?"

The nurse looked down before nodding, leading me to where he lay. He was still knocked out from the heavy medication he was on. He had an oxygen tube wrapped around his ears and in his nose. His right side of his chest was covered in gauze which was stained red. His hear monitor showed his heart rate was good. My eyes filled with tears as I pictured him falling to the ground. I quickly wiped my cheeks, as the nurse left the room. I sat by Zayn and held his hand in mine. His hand had blood on it, and his arm was twitching. I ran my fingers through his matted hair.

"Don't you dare scare me like that again. I thought I lost you. I just. I saw the blood and you fall and I couldn't breath. I thought you were gone Zayn."

Even though he couldn't hear me, I had to break the silence. My tears now flowed down my cheek as I continued talking to him. I was in there for a good 30 minuted before something horrible happened.

*heart monitor line goes flat*

"Zayn! Zayn please wake up! Zayn!"

By this time a dozen nurses and a handful of doctors rushed into the room. Two of the nurses led me out of the room. I was crying hysterical an screaming his name. They led me down the hall, towards the waiting room. When I lost sight of him, I screamed like someone had been trying to take me. They took my to where the others sat, before turning an running back to his room. I fell to the floor in sobs.

"He's gone! He left me he promised we promised I love him! He's gone!"

I buried my face in my hands as I sobbed. He's gone I whispered to myself. He's really gone.