Please Don't Go - Ziam

Chapter 11

Liam POV

The funeral was held in Bradford, Zayn's hometown. His family and relatives were there. Me, Louis, Harry and Niall also attended. We were all shedding tears, except Niall. Wow he must be really strong to hold them back. But it seemed as though he had a little smile on his face if you looked closely. Nah, I think I'm just imagining things. Zayn was lying in the casket, eyes closed, not breathing, so pale but still as beautiful as ever. I can't help but bawl. I didn't care if people looked at me. I just miss Zayn so much already. No words can describe how I feel right now. I hated seeing Zayn go, but I have to accept this, because there was no way he was going to come back to life.

"On this day, I'd like to thank a special man for all the good he has done to me. He relived my spirit when I was upset. He would go through anything to help me out. He was someone whom lets you sob into their shoulders. Whenever he touched me, it felt like being touched by an angel. Whenever he smiles at you, you would instantly feel fireworks in your body. This man, is my boyfriend, Zayn Malik. He was a great man. I still remember all those fun times we had together, all those smiles, all those laughter. Those memories which I would never ever forget. One of the best parts was when I brought him to a mirror shop since he lost his previous mirror. He kept running around and admiring himself in all the mirrors. He posed here and there and broke a mirror when he tried straightening its position on the wall. How we ran away from the store owner, hand in hand. Oh how I will miss him. Now, I will have to walk alone on the beach. I have to imagine that he is here with me, by my side. I have to be strong not to break down in public. I have to sleep alone, wake up to nothing, look forward to nothing. All is lost. Now, Zayn is already in the afterlife, wandering and exploring. I hope....I hope that you will have a pleasant time there...Zayn. It was lovely being with you. I love you."

The women at the funeral whipped out tissues to wipe their tears, while some men used their sleeves. I sat down after finishing my speech. I covered my face with my hand. It was all too fast. I thought of commiting suicide, but no, Zayn wouldn't like me doing that just to be with him. Zayn....

I watched the casket as it was lowered into the rectangular hole in the ground. This is the last time I would get to see Zayn in personal. As the casket reached the bottom, this truck came and unloaded sand into the hole. Once it was filled, one by one, left the place. I didn't. I didn't feel like moving. Walihya, Zayn's little sister came and stood beside me.

"Zayn has told me alot about you. You were a good boyfriend to him." she said. I could see dry tears on her cheeks from the side of my eyes.

"He was also a good boyfriend to me, although he acts a little more like a girl. That's cute." I said, remembering all those times where he acted so adorable. Sigh. It's all over now. I wonder what Zayn might be doing up there.

Walihya laid her head on my shoulder. She must've felt the same way as me. She was Zayn's sister, and they were always so close. Dear Walihya.

After a few moments, Walihya patted my shoulder and left.

I was still thinking about the memories when Inheard thunder from a far distance. Soon, tiny raindrops emerged from the clouds. I stood there completely still, until the weather was too heavy for me to stay.

Reluctant, I turned back slowly, and walked away.

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:( Man I feel horrible writing these things about Zayn. Well, Chapter 12 gonna be out soon, so WATCHA. (;

Till then,

----Sasha xx