Room 202 (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 14: Love Forever and Always

So I realize some of you are confused about Zayn being dead or not... well he is :l I kind of hinted that when he said everything around him blurred, and how Emily said he stopped breathing, so there you go :/ ... Anyways This chapter got me a bit emotional even though I haven't lost a loved one ... So I'd like to dedicate this chapter to anyone who has lost a loved one recently, or anytime in their life that they were close to. You are missed <3 and we will love you forever and always <3

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Emily's POV (5 days later)

I hadn't moved out of this position since I watched Zayn die. I was in a ball on Harry's bed, lying under his blue covers. He would try his best to feed me, but my stomach refuses. The boys had all been sulking like me, but with each other. Louis and Harry would stay downstairs in the living room and keep each other company. Liam and Niall wouldn't even eat. They would laze around in the library and read. If they weren't reading, they were sleeping. The life in this house seize to exist. No one laughs. No one talks. Hell, we rarely see each other anymore. The screaming girls have died down. I think they finally got the idea that we were still mourning over his death. My stomach growled, begging for food. I slumped out of the cozy bed and out into a cold chill. I wrapped a smaller blanket around me and slowly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Harry was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. He looked up at me and slightly smiled.

"Morning love, did you want me to make you some food?" He asked generously. I nodded and took a seat beside him. He rubbed circles on the small of my back, then went to the fridge. I lied my chin on the cold marble table.

"I think I'm going back today," I said quietly. I think it's time for me to go home and fix the damage. Harry's gaze ment mine, reveaing worriness.

"Are you sure you're ready? I could go with you..." he trailed off. When would I ever be ready?

"Yeah, I think it's time to go and fix what I can, and no I rather go alone if you don't mind," I said as he set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. I began nibbling the bacon.

"Call me if you need me Em, please," he said placing his hand on my shoulders. I gave him a half smile and nodded. He then left up the stairs to his room and locked it behind him. I finished half of the breakfast and dragged myself to the bathroom. I stipped down and stepped into the shower. I let the water trickle down my skin and wash away the dirt and filth that collected after a lack of showering these past few days. After I finished, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked towards Harry's room. I walked in to see Harry focused on the bright light of his laptop screen. I grabbed my clothes and walked into his bathroom. We both had always been really comfortable around each other to the point where he would walk in naked and I'd go on like everything is normal.

I dressed into blue shorts, a flowy red tank and a pair of red high-top converse. I tied my wet hair into a messy bun and applied eye liner. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I almost looked alive. I stepped out and sat beside Harry.

"What are the Press suggesting you do?" I asked looking at his computer screen. He was on Twitter reading all these questions about Zayn's death and what will happen to One Direction. He was surprisingly coping better than I was, and he had known Zayn for so much longer than I had.

"I'm not sure yet. What I do know is we are canceling any tours for the next six months. I feel bad though because of the fans, but I think as a group we need our time," he said. I could tell this was really hurting him. He didn't want to let down the fans, but his boys are more important to him. I lied my head on his shoulder, longing for his comfort. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest.