Never Say Never (Ziall FanFic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2

*ZAYN'S POV*

Niall was laying sprawled out on our bedroom floor. Pale-looking and limb.  He was still breating but it was barely there.

"Z-zayn?" He rasped out, his eyes fluttering. Rugged breathes leaving his mouth.

"Oh God Ni, why would you do this? Your crazy!" I told him digging my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it to call 911.

"Don't Z. I-i want t-this." He told me, tugging weakly at my arm, letting it fall to my side as I take in what he says.

"No. You cant do this Ni. We can make this work, I promise.''

''It's too l-late anyway. I love you, yeah?'' He said, his eyes closing and the grip he had on my hand growing weaker.

''Ni? I love you, with all my heart. I'm so sorry." I cried into his chest and clutching his hand in mine.

"It's o-okay." He breathed out giving me a weak smile.

It was weak and forced but I could tell he meant it and if his eyes were open I'm sure I'd be able to see the sincerity shining through.

So I just sat there and held him in his last moments. Honestly it felt like years when it was probably just a few minutes, seconds maybe. I'm not sure. I really am trying to be strong for him now but I'm gonna break any second now.

'Just breathe Zayn. Breathe. Be strong for him.' I thought to myself as his grip on my hand disappears and he slumps limply into my embrace. And that was all i needed to break down with tears washing over me and the breath knocked out of me.

"No! Don't die on me Niall! You promised!" I cried, shaking him and trying to get him to open his eyes. I knew he was gone but I didn't want to accept that, at least not yet.

"I'm so sorry, Ni. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen."

"I came to try and fix things and tell you we could make it work. God this was never how I thought I'd be saying these things to you." I said, my breathing ragged and now silent tears streaming down my face.

"I just love you so much. I always thought you had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen and to think I won't see them again hurts so much. I don't think I'll ever meet anyone with eyes like yours in the future, no one's eyes could possibly compare to yours." I said stroking his face and I swear I could see the rosy colour start to drain from his cheeks.

"I loved your lips too. They were just so kissable, you know. I could never get enough of it and I remember you'd always get mad at me when we'd be watching a movie and I would peck you every few minutes or so, I just couldn't help myself. You'd get really pissed and I'd start tickling you until you laughed and ended up cuddling into my side with a smile on your face as I wrapped my arm around your waist." I chuckled lightly, tracing his lips that are  slightly ajar with my thumb.

"We were so happy back then, I don't know where we went wrong or when everything started going downhill for us. I guess I should be thankful for the time we had together but I can't act like I'm not wishing you never did this to yourself. I'm selfish but I'm only human." I said, a sob escaping my lips as I pick up my phone from where it was lying on the ground, still open in my call logs. Dialing 911, I put the phone to my ear.

"911 what's your emergency?" the voice of a lady came through the speaker.

"Could you please send an ambulance to 21 Walker Avenue, San Francisco. My boyfriend committed suicide. He's dead." I say quietly waiting for a answer.

"A unit is on it's way. What's your name, Sir?" she asks.

"Uh, thank you. It's, uhm, Zayn Malik." I answer, fiddling with Niall's fingers.

"Okay, well Zayn just hang tight for a little while and someone will be there shortly." she says.

"Yeah, uh, okay. Thank you." I say and put the phone down.

Getting up I out my phone in my back pocket, wiping my face and bending down, I pick Niall up and take him to the living room, setting him down on the couch.

I sit down and put his head in my lap, running my fingers down his dyed hair while I wait. It's almost completely brown now and just the tips are blonde. He hadn't dyed it in almost two months now. I always liked his own hair colour better but he despised it. He thought it made his skin look sickly. Staring down at him a person wouldn't say he was dead, he looked like he was sleeping. Really peaceful but the fact that he wasn't breathing gave it away and a new set of tears washed over me and I was sobbing all over again. I wasn't crying long before voices were calling my name and the front door opening. Paramedics rushing in with a gurney and some medical equipment.

"Zayn! What the hell happened?" the voice sounded familiar. Liam.

"I-I got home this morning and h-he was laying on the floor in our bedroom a-and it all went downhill from there. He didn't want me to call, he wanted to talk until he was gone and I-I just couldn't say no. He died in my arms Liam and now I'm never gonna be able to hold him or talk to him again!" I sobbed as the man who came with Liam helped him take Niall away from me and strap him onto the gurney, checking his pulse. They were giving him CPR, unsuccessfully if I might add.

"It's too late already. Stop trying, your disturbing his slumber." I said sniffing and getting up off the couch. My legs were wobbling and a numb feeling spread throughout my body. I collapsed on the floor, the last thing I heard was my name being called before I fell unconscious.