Zayn Malik Imagines

At the Cemetery

Tears streak down your face as you stand there in silence, your eyes shut tightly, and your hands gripped around yourself. Your hands cling to the fabric of your black dress, the palms sweating, causing small damp spots.

You cannot believe it.

She is gone.

Your best friend has died from cancer.

A sob escapes your lips as you open your teary eyes and stare at her gravestone through a blurry vision. You can just barely make out her name engraved in the sleek black stone standing upright in the grass before you.

"I miss you," you whisper quietly, your voice breaking. A knot in your chest forms. As more tears fall, you cover your mouth with your hand to stiffle your crying. You feel so empty, there are no words to explain about how you feel about her death.

It was not fair.

She barely got to live.

Somehow she embraced each day strongly, passing through each minute even though the pain was so hard to handle sometimes. No one should have to go through that.

"I miss you so much," you try to say again, but instead it comes out in a horse whisper that is barely audible. Your knees sink to the green grass below you and you bury your face in your hands as you weep into them.

She is dead.

She is gone.

Your body shakes from crying so hard and your chest hurts from not taking a deep breath, but you do not stop. You just sit there and cry your heart out.

A little while later, you notice someone coming up beside you and you turn your head to see your boyfriend, Zayn standing there. His face is full of sorrow as he looks at you and he has tears brimming the edge of his eyes.

"Zayn," you choke, and he takes hold of your outstretched hand as he squats down next to you.

You watch him swallow repeatedly out of the corner of your eye and that hurts you; to see him also extremely upset is painful.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers softly, meeting your eyes as he pulls you into a hug.

Saying nothing, you pull him closer to you, trying to hide yourself in his comfort that he gives you. Tears fall down your face and wet his shirt, but he does not care, and holds you even tighter in response.

You and Zayn stay there for a while, your hands tugging harder around his shirt at the back whenever you feel more knots in your throat and chest rising.

"Are you okay?" Zayn asks you softly a little while later, pulling away just enough so that you can look at each other.

Your whole face feels puffy and raw from crying so hard, but you nod your head, unable to speak.

As he pulls you in for another short reassuring hug, you look at your friend's gravestone one last time before shutting your eyes and let Zayn guide you away from the cemetery as you lean against his chest.

Even though her death is so hard to handle, you are thankful that Zayn is there to help you each day that goes by.

He helps you deal with the grief and sadness, making it a little easier to handle each time you break down.

This brings you both closer together, and you are thankful that Zayn has a heart to always be there for you no matter what happens.

Hey Everyone, how are you all today?

So, I just saw The Fault In Our Stars and omygosh... I'm still trying to get over it. :'( 

I was a little inspired by the amazing story to write an imagine that has to do with friends dying from cancer, so I wrote this up. 

Sigh... TFiOS was SO good. Comment below if you've seen it yet. 

I'll talk to you all soon! Thanks for reading!