This isn't real {Zayn Malik}

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"Layla. Layla what do you mean he's gone?"

"He's dead Harry! That bitch is going to pay!"

I ran out of the hospital doors, and into my car. I started the engine and then Harry popped in the passenger seat.

"What are you doing?"

"Well you're not going alone. Not at 5 in the morning."

I was too sad to fight with him, so I let out a groan and pulled out of the parking lot. The drive was bitterly silent, because I knew if I spoke, the tears would flow. I couldn't believe he was really gone. It's like I had every sense of meaning and joy and adventure ripped out of my hands and I was too scared to grab it back. I felt the tears begin to welt as we pulled up in Addy's driveway. She was still awake, I could see her light on from her open bedroom window. I leaped out of the car, Harry following close behind.

"Layla! Oh honey we haven't seen you in forever. Oh an... Harry what a, plesent, surprise"

"May we see Addy?"

Her parents nodded, and led us inside. Her room was up the stairs, and down the hall. Without any consent Harry and I both barged into Addy's room.

"Layla? What do you want?"

"He's gone Addy."

I didn't even realize the two men who shot Zayn were standing right there.

"He's gone and its all because of you! You are a coldhearted, evil, disgusting bitch, and I despise you. And you two! What are you scared of being caught, so you shot him and ran for the door? Well you guys are cowards. Every single one of you!"

By now the tears were rolling down my cheeks. Harry stayed silent close behind me. The two men looked ashamed, but not Addy. She got an evil grin on her face before speaking.

"I don't know why you're so mad Layla darling. Its not like Malik liked you. Didn't he tell you?"

I looked at Harry, who now looked away. I turned back to Addy with a confused look on my face.

"Oh Layla. So oblivious. I paid Malik to be with you. All so I could get you involved. He never loved you honey. He love the money"

Her face was cold. And it felt like my body went numb. Zayn did love me. He did he really did. No matter what she says he did love me. And I love him. Before I could process my feeling I punched Addy straight in the nose. I watched the blood drip from her nose onto the floor. My knuckles had her blood and Zayn's. I turned and walked out of the door, an got into my car. A few moments later Harry hopped in.

"He did love you Layla. He's always had feelings for you. She offered him money, and his exacts words to us were "now I get paid for dating the girl of my dreams". "

My heart stopped, I could feel my vision blurring. I began swerving on the road. Harry quickly grabbed the wheel out of my grasp.

"Harry. I loved him so much."

This time my voice was shaky and nervous. We pulled in the parking lot of the hospital. We walked in and they were all still sitting in the waiting room. They all had smiles on their faces when they saw me.

"Layla."

"Yeah?"

"Zayn's awake. He's asking for you. "

"He's awake? As in breathing?"

They all nodded as a nurse emerged from a closed door. It was the same nurse that drug me out when he well you know.