Zayn's Fault (Liam Centric) -editing-

Chapter Thirty

[so it's finally here! The ending. I want to say thank you to anyone that was here when I first started, the ones who came along the way. Basically to anyone that stayed till the end of reading this crappy book, thank you. This epilogue isn't that good, but I still hope you enjoy it! x]

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"There's a special hell for people who drive the speed limit in the fast lane."

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    There was a slight change after a couple months. Yes, Zayn had stayed in the hospital. Seeing the little boy grow worse and worse every single day would be heart- breaking to anybody in scene.

The parents had the struggle to visit him daily while coping with anything else happening. Liam would have to keep at home either alone or with his boyfriend. And again, he didn't have a big understanding on what was wrong with Zayn. Well, he found out his brother was sick and was staying in the hospital for what seems like forever.

Harry was always serious. Either snapping or crying, people called him bipolar for a reason.

At the moment, Harry was staring into space until Niall had came into the room.

"You ready to go now, Harry?" Niall had went up to his husband, laying a hand on his shoulder.

He knew Harry was hurting, he now knew Liam was hurting. But what can they do? He doesn't know.

"Yeah." Harry stands up, off to Zayn's temporary home.

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[please listen to the song on the side 'please stay' by westlife while reading this half. I guarantee it'll be better if you listened to it while reading. x]

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"He's awake, you can go in now." One of the nurses told the couple after minutes of arriving at the hospital.

They thank the lady, walking into the familiar room, being met with Zayn already staring back at the door with a small smile.

"D-daddies." The little boy whispers weakly, his smile growing a bit. You could tell how sick he's gotten.

"Oh, baby." Harry coos, wrapping his arm around his youngest son. He was already upset with seeing Zayn like this.

He was scared. Terrified. Zayn was the child Harry was certain was never going to leave him. Now, here they are in a hospital room with Zayn being diagnosed with Arrhythmia.

Niall grinned sadly at three-fourths of his family. He almost never knew what to do in any situation like this without feeling bad at the end.

"You feeling better, babe?" He asked what he's been questioning for months now.

"Mhm." Zayn mumbled, rubbing his face on Harry's shirt.

He was feeling better, to be honest. The boy was feeling awful a week ago, now, or finally this day, he was better but still slightly weak of course.

"I wanna go home." He wails, letting tears leak from his eyes, Harry quickly turning protective.

"Shh, Zayn it's okay." The oldest shushes, rocking him back and forth, averting his eyes toward Niall whom was biting his lip. "You're alright. We all want you home too. And you'll come back home very soon, I promise."

So many promises, hopefully they'll all be kept this time.

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"I don't exist if I don't have you, the sun doesn't shine. The world doesn't turn."