Ziall - Fix you

Chapter 5 - M.I.A

Bold is third person.

Niall’s POV

We hadn’t heard anything from Zayn for just over two weeks now, but we hadn’t heard anything from his base, and it was worrying. He was either ignoring us, or gone, but then why hadn’t the base called us?

Then the phone started ringing, and the room fell silent. I reached for it slowly and lifted it to my ear. It was probably just sales or something, I don’t know why I was so scared.

‘Is this Mr or Mrs Malik?’ someone very formal asked from the other line.

‘No, I’ll go get one of them…’

Zayn’s dad, Yaser, took the phone from me, and he listened to the person on the other line. His face slowly falling as the person spoke, and my heart started to beat faster and faster as I watched his expression change from smiling, to broken and despair. He didn’t even say a word, he just nodded.

‘Thankyou, goodbye…’ he finally said, and ended the call, placing the phone down on the sofa arm and staring at us all sadly.

‘What’s happened? Is he okay?’ I blurted out, straight away assuming it was all about Zayn.

His dad took Tricia’s hand softly, and stared at me, ‘Niall, son...’ at these words, Anne immediately grabbed my hand for support, ‘Zayn was in two explosions two weeks ago. And he’s gone M.I.A, he has been for a while now, but they hadn’t been able to get hold of families, because none of it had been confirmed, until yesterday’

‘M.I.A?’

‘Missing in action; and theres so many people out there who are injured, or are also lost’

‘And?’

‘They... They have to stop looking today’

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I ran into our old, shared flat and slammed the door, so hard, the room shook, one or two items falling out of place. I heard footsteps outside, the boys and Anne had followed me once I’d ran from Zayn’s parents place, I don’t see why, I’m not going to let them in.

I'd kept this room so tidy whilst he'd been gone, all of his things where he'd left them, all his clothes folded neatly in his drawers, or by the bed, so when he came home, it would be like the normal days again. But, I guess it'll never go back to normal, because I'll never see him again. The one thing I loved with all my heart. The one thing I loved more than my own mother, and life took him away from me. Why the hell did either of us deserve it?

I kicked my bedside table in anger, and my fists connected with the top of it. I yelled in pain, but I didn’t stop, I needed to get it all out. I slid my hands across the surface, swiping everything off it at the same time.

I tore down the posters from the wall, all of my posters, all of Zayn’s, I couldn’t look at them, they were his, but he’s gone now, for sure. A couple of his t-shirts lay on the floor from when I had got them out the other day, and I kicked them up into the wall, tears rolling down my face.

‘Why did you leave Zayn? Why the fuck did you go!’ I screamed, throwing the duvet from the bed, making it land on top of his desk.

There was a smash from behind me, and I turned, one of the picture frames on his desk had fell to the floor from the duvet. The glass had smashed, but the picture wasn’t torn. I brushed the glass from it carefully and pulled it out, sitting down on my knees as I looked at it. Me and him; our two year anniversary, before he made any messed up ideas to join the army!