Mom volunteered to get her white blood cells pattern checked too.
Guess what? It came negative.
That eight-lettered, three-syllabled word has crushed our hearts for the sixth time. Each time the doctor comes out, we sit at the edge of our seats, hoping for some good news. Only to be met with crushing blankness.
Negative.
Zayn doesn't even deserve this. After being the perfect son, perfect brother, perfect boyfriend, perfect student, perfect ... human being, he should at least be given a second chance to live.
I need him. We all need him. Heck, this world needs a person like him. Our own golden boy.
I take in a deep breath as the nurses lead me into the white room. My heart is my throat, my blood pumping in my throat. The only thought in my mind is—please let me and Zayn match. Please. PLEASE!
It's time to repay Zayn for every-single-fucking-thing he has done for me.
[ A/N :
Well, well, well, what do you guys think? What would happen? Would Zayn and Harry match? IF not, then how would Zayn survive? But the most important question is ... WILL Zayn survive? *evil laugh*
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Fanfictionzarry // completed I was young. I was naive. I was in love. We were happy.... But happy times never last forever. I should have known that. Because he said those three words that could either destroyed us, or could make us much stronger than before...
