Elusive (Lucky Mistake Sequel)

Chapter Eight

Days and weeks pass in a blur, but we do not measure time in hours or minutes, we measure it with Zayn. He has good days, where is is up and happy and moving around. He usually spends most of those with Harry. We don't complain, we know they don't have much time left together.

Then Zayn has his bad days. Where he is stuck in bed, whimpering pathetically in pain. We all don't leave his bed side on those days. Especially me. I've taken to staying with Zayn late into the night, telling him stories about my past. Where I grew up, how I grew up, everything I had been through. I used to just stay up and hold his hand, whispering that everything would be alright, and that the pain would go away soon.

"Tell me a story," he rasped one night.

"What story would you like me to tell?" I ask him gently, rubbing circles on the back of his hand with my thumb.

"Tell me about your past."

He must be delirious from the pain. "You don't want to hear about my past. It's all just one big nightmare," I whisper, though I'm aching to tell someone. He would be the best, it's not like he would-or could- tell someone.

"Yes I-" he coughs "I do."

I start to shake my head but he pipes up again. "I want to hear someone else's nightmare to...to distract me from my own."

I couldn't really say no after that.

That was two weeks ago.

Today is Friday, May 16th. His good days are few and few between, every day seems to be a bad day. I spend more and more time with him, and get less sleep than ever.

It's hands down the worst day he's ever had. Zayn is sweaty, his breathing shallow, once smooth, tan skin now pale and sallow.

We sit at his bed, comforting him, holding his hand, trying to make him laugh. None of it words; he's in too much pain. His body is shutting down.

"Sing me a song," he murmurs. It's 6:49 p.m.

"What song, baby?" Harry says quietly, stroking Zayn's sunken face.

"Just pick." he smiles weakly at his boyfriend.

I know the perfect song. I whisper it to Niall, who whispers to Lou, who whispers to Liam, and Liam to Harry. The all smile shakily and nod.

"One, two, three," I count off.

When I look into your eyes

It's like watching the night skies

Or a beautiful sunrise

Well there's so much they hold

And just like them old stars

I see that you've come so far

To be right where you are

How old is your soul?

I won't give up on us

Even if the skies get rough

I'm giving you all my love

I'm still looking up

Just Harry sings, the rest of us only listening.

And when you're needing your space

To do some navigating

I'll be here patiently waiting

To see what you find

Harry falls silent and my voice fills the room. It's loud and clear, filled with emotion.

Cause even the stars they burn

Some even fall to the Earth

We've got a lot to learn

God knows we're worth it

No I won't give up

We never got to finish our song. "Jessie," Harry says, his voice weak and shaking.

I look at Zayn, searching for signs of life. The rise and fall of his chest, the flutter of eyelids, even the sound of breath leaving and entering his lips.

Nothing.

Tears ran down all our faces. None of us wanted to wrap our minds around Zayn's death.

Dead Zayn is an oxymoron. Dead Zayn does.not.work. Does not computer. Error, error.

I blink back tears as everyone else sobs. I will be strong for them, I will hold each of them as they cry. And then, when I am alone, I will cry. Then, and only then, will I let it all escape.

I hold Niall as he cries loudly, his tears soaking my shirt, I stroke his blonde hair. "Shh," i say "I'm here baby."

I hug each and every one of them. As they blubber and moan I whisper words in their ear, telling them it's okay, and that I was here. I will always be there for them. I continue to be strong for them, continue to be their rock.

It hurts, but it's worth it.

Each of them leaves the room. Liam to call Dani, Louis to call Jade. Niall because he knows me so well, and he knows I need to be alone with Zayn just as much as Harry does.

Zayn was always there. He just was. He was the strong and silent type, who would probably rather admire himself in the mirror than do much else. Zayn, who loved Harry just as much as his hair products. As much as I loved Niall. Zayn who was just Zayn.

Zayn who was my best friend. Near the end, we got closer, told each other our secrets. He knew everything there was to know about me. More than Niall did, or my mother. Or anybody I had every known. He knew everything about my past and didn't judge me for my mistakes.

Zayn kissing Harry.

Zayn laughing at me when I tripped over my foot in the kitchen.

Zayn suggesting we order pizza after the one time I tried to cook.

Zayn reaching over and grabbing my hand the other day when I was telling him a story. How he knew that I wanted to be strong, but I needed a little help, a litter encouragement.

Zayn.

Can.

Not.

Be.

Dead.

But he is.

I don't care that Harry is there watching me. I don't care that I am not alone. I let all the tears come rushing forward, and a strangled cry escapes my lips as I fall to the ground. Harry comes to my side of the bed and holds me as we both cry. He holds me like I held him and the other boys. We cry together. We hold each other. Boy comforting Girl. Brunette comforting Blondie. Friend comforting Friend.

Sad, right!!! Omg I cried so hard when I wrote this. And it sucks which made me cry doubly hard.

Okay maybe I didn't cry. Because I'm heartless. But if I was a crier, I would have cried. Just saying.

Well the next few chapters are going to be really sad and all that. You know, the funeral, and then there's going to be a scene that's going to be really, really intense. Like VERY intense and emotional and all that. Just warning you now so you you can't say I didn't warn you. Because I did.

Hey btw, who ships Assiebear? I do. I ship Assibear. ;D you're jealous of Assiebear's sexiness. <3

Love you guys,

Snow. Amy loves you guys too. I'm sure of it. Even thought SHE DOESN'T FREAKING UPDATE

JKJKJK

Well she doesn't. I took over the book. But I don't care. I like writing this.

All of you Zarry fans, sorry you didn't get a lot of Zarry scenes. I just...I had to get Zayn's death out of the way.

Ciao!

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