Oakdale// Ziall+Narry

Chapter 31

And now we watch the downfall of niall since the only sane person just yeeted.

Whomst've thinks Niall should get whipped with the chancla bc of how niave he is? You'll be proud of him this chapter though!

but not rlly if you're rooting for ziall lolooloolool.

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"Fuck." I hear Zayn mutter under his breath, in disbelif that Harry had left, "Dont just stand there, someone go after him!"

A couple staff members got up from their seats and started to chase after Harry's retreating figure.

Harry left me.

You left him!

You heard him, we're next. Your chest is the one to be cut open now.

You should have gone with Harry.

You're going to die, you never listen.

"Excuse me, i do not feel well." I choke out, pardoning myself to return upstairs.

I run on shaky legs, and clutch the rail with weak arms. My whole body feels like i had been put in a blender and poured out.

The world spun around me, spitting criticism and evil glares my way.

Zayn could never treat you the way Harry did.

You're a fool for cheating on him.

I finally open the door to my room, slamming it shut behind me and letting out a sob.

I've really done it this time.

What was this place doing to me?

I curl in on myself on my bed, wrapping Harry's orange blanket over me. Hot, fearful tears fill my eyes and spill down my cheeks. I try my best to keep my breathing pattern normal, but it's no use.

I miss him, so much.

I can still smell his scent on the blanket.

We kissed in this bed.

"Harry.." I whimper, not realizing how much i needed him or loved him until he was gone, "Come back."

My words do not reach Harry, as he is probably long gone from here. I try my best to hope that he has someone better, but i cant help but want his 'someone' to be me.

I cry for Harry's departure, for all the guilt i had built up, for my unknown and horrid future, for Zayn and my accusations against him.

I cannot stop myself from letting out painful wails, or choppy breaths. It felt so good to cry out against all the pain i felt.

My heart was heavy, sinking down into my queasy stomach. My throat was dry and my eyes burned from all the tears.

How was i so stupid?

Harry's gone, he's never coming back.

Theres a knock on the door that startles me, making me quickly wipe away my tears.

"Come in." I say, my voice sounding hoarse.

Please be Harry, i need him to come back.

There is no response, but the door opens.

It reveals the person i want to see the least right now.

Zayn Malik.

His image is distorted from the water blurring my vision, but i can still make out a sorrowful facial.