The Accident (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 56: Fix You

A/N: Okay well after trying (and failing) to upload it twice (and probably one of the longest waits between chapter uploads) here it is! The much awaited Chapter 56! So I don't have much to say in this authors note except thank you, to all of you, for all of your ongoing support of my writing! It really means so much to me and I hope that this chapter will be followed by more phenomenal feedback from all of you! But just thanks so much and happy reading! :) xx

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“No. What aren’t you telling me Zayn? We used to tell each other everything and now you can’t even look me in the eye. So just tell me! Tell me what you’re keeping bottled up inside! Because right now I feel like I don’t even know you anymore! You aren’t telling me shit about anything so just….”

“Cancer! Are you happy now? Nora, I’m not telling you shit about cancer.” 

(ZAYN'S POV) 

People say a lot of different things about a lot of different types of pain. Parents tell their kids that if they give it time, the pain will pass. A kiss better is all it takes to make the pain disappear. 

Some more dramatic people say that the smaller the wound, the bigger the pain. That, like paper cuts, the subtle unfaltering sting is the worst. 

But listen to your parents, give it time and that paper cut, that scrape you got from falling off your bike, it will heal and you'll forget it and move on.

But then there are those who participate in the the ancient debate that women never seem to be able drop. The suggestion that childbirth is the worst pain is one that I'm not insane enough to disagree with. But what balances out that pain and makes it second on the list I have created, is that the mother gets something out of it. They say that the joy of their new baby makes the pain all worth it. 

So in saying that, I win. No paper cut, heartbreak or childbirth can trump it. My pain wins. 

The pain that I felt when I saw Nora crumble to the ground. Her tortured cries echoing off the walls. Her hands running through her hair, pulling out strands as she rocked back and forth on the floor. That wins. Because even though I shared her pain, there was nothing I could do, because I was helpless in feeling the same. But I had already shed too many tears. Spent too many hours in my room hiding under the shelter of my bed covers and the comfort of the darkness trying to cope with my reality. 

But I couldn't cry with her. So I comforted her. I comforted my best friend who was crying... because I was dying... and there was nothing else I could think to do. 

(NIALL'S POV) 

For a baby shower there sure was a fair bit of alcohol lying around, I myself had only had a few beers and was holding myself well, but I could tell some of the young interns from the hospital were beginning to get a little bit tipsy. But I just grabbed another blue cookie from the table and wandered across to where Aria was sitting under the fairy lights. She was giggling with Lara who was leant up against Harry while he smiled absentmindedly, as if he was simply content listening to the sound of her laughter. 

"Wait, you guys saw Zayn too right? Any idea where he went?" Liam walked over to our little group after talking to his parents for a while but I was surprised when I didn't see Nora trailing after him. 

"Nora and him went down the stairs a little while ago." El pipped in as she walked over and within a few minutes most of the group was standing in a little circle on the corner of the roof patio.