Empty {sequel to Broken}

Chapter 8: finally

Okay I know i said I was going to update like a week ago, but it didn't work out, I apologize.

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Zayn's p.o.v.

My head was starting to hurt again. I needed to get out of here for a while. I couldn't really do that though. not with Harry sleeping on me.

When is Liam supposed to be home? Probably pretty soon I suppose. Maybe I'll call him. Eh he probably won't answer. And I'd probably wake Haz up anyways.

"Z?" Harry's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, hey, your awake," I said.

"Mmm," he moaned, nuzzling his head into my neck.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me, but he pulled away.

"What?" I asked.

"It feels wrong," he whispered.

"What feels wrong?" I asked, still confused.

"Laying with you," he said quietly, looking down at his feet.

"Why would - oh," I cut myself off after I figured it out. Harry didn't say anything for a few minutes, and neither did I.

"Harry, look," I started, but he cut me off.

"Zayn don't," he said sharply, glaring at me.

"Sorry," I mumbled, scooting away from him. I was just trying to help.

"No, I, I'm sorry," he sighed, looking away from me.

"It's okay Harry I get it," I said somewhat coldly.

"No Z you don't. You don't know what it's like to watch your boyfriend slowly fucking dying do you? No Zayn, you don't, how could you possibly get it?" he raised his voice, sounding almost hysterical.

"You're right, I don't know what that feels like," I said quietly.

"Then don't fucking tell me you understand!" he yelled.

"Sorry," I whispered so quietly that he probably didn't even hear me.

Then, with one final hurrah, Harry screamed the words that I never wanted to hear him say, even though I guess I already knew they were true.

"If he dies then so will I,"

We both sat there, silently staring at each other for a few seconds, tears in our eyes, before Harry lost it.

He burst into tears, sobbing heavily and collapsing on top of me in a mess of crying.

I wrapped my arms around the poor kid and pulled him into my lap, holding him close to my body and rocking him gently back and forth.

"I don't ever want to hear you say that again," I said, through tears of my own. "Never, you hear me?" I asked.

I felt Harry nod against my chest, his hands fisting themselves in my t-shirt.

"Shh, shh," I whispered in his ear, ruffling his hair. I was afraid to say anything else.

What else would I say? I can't say 'you're okay' because he's not. I can't say 'it's okay' because it's not. I can't say 'it's going to be okay' or 'you'll be okay' because I don't know that.

I could tell that he wasn't crying anymore because he body stopped shaking, but I didn't let go. Not until my phone rang anyways.

"Hello?" I answered, hoping it was Liam.

"Zayn? Is everything okay?" Liam asked hurriedly.

"I don't know," I said honestly.

"What's going on?" he asked, worried.

"I, uh, Harry's having a rough day," I said, running my hand up and down Harry's back.

"Okay, I just got to the hospital so I'll be up in a few," he said, sounding sympathetic.

"Okay," I said.

"I'll see you then," he said.

"Bye," I answered.

"Bye," he echoed me.

When he got up to the room, I was still holding Harry in my lap. He stood in the doorway for a second, looking at Harry sadly. I returned the sad smile.

"Liam's here honey," I whispered.

He just shook his head and gripped my shirt even tighter. Okay first of all, did Harry just pick me over Liam? And second of all did I just call Harry honey?

"Sorry," I mouthed to Liam, shrugging.

"It's okay," he mouthed, smiling at me to let me know that it was fine. Then he came and sat down in the chair beside me, lifting Harry's feet up and placing them in his lap.

We sat like that for a while, until I felt like I really just needed to get out. I could tell by Harry's even breathing that he was asleep, so I could just give him to Zayn.

"Hey Li?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Do you mind taking haz?" i asked.

"Sure. You okay?" he asked, always worried.

"Yeah, I just need some air," I said.

"Oh okay. Why don't we put him with Lou," he suggested.

"Good idea," I think that would be good for Harry.

"I got him," Liam said, leaning over and lifting him off of my lap, then carrying him bridal style over to the bed and laid him down next to Louis.

After just a few moments Harry curled up to Louis and intertwined their fingers together. Jesus those two are adorable.

"I'm just gonna go outside for a while," I told Liam.

"Be careful," he warned me.

"I know," I said.

"I'm serious Zayn, you know what happened in this parking lot, he said sternly.

"I know," I said again, trying not to sound annoyed.

He nodded, and sat back down in the chair, leaning his head up against the wall and closing his eyes.

I walked out of the room and quickly down the hall, itching to get out. When I finally cleared the doors of the lobby, I took a deep breath of fresh air, then reached into my pocket.

"Finally," I muttered to myself.

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Wow a lot just happened.

Let's see, I think everyone pretty much knows what's up with Zayn. And probably Harry honestly.

Liam's secret is pretty hidden and you probably didn't even know he had one until now, and Niall's secret has been mentioned twice. Just little hints.

So, I hope you like this story and keep reading please xx!!