Two Kinds of Trickery (a Ziall fanfiction)

Zayn, I'm sorry. (Ending)

“YOU ARE NOT!”

Zayn stood over me and held my chin to look at him. I told him that I wanted a break. He grasped my arm and yanked me up to stare into his eyes.

“I love you, Niall!”

I stayed quiet and watched his eyes turn dark.

“Let me go…”I whispered.

“No.”

I pushed him away from me and began to pick up my bags I packed. I was planning to spend some time with my parents in Ireland. My eyes widened and I let out a grunt as I got a hard hit in my back. He grabbed my bags and flung them back into the living room. I watched Zayn turn into someone different character. I changed him. He was once the quirky, intelligent and sweet person I knew.

“Leave me alone!” I yelled at Zayn.

I sat on the floor and refused to hold back the tears. My back hurt and my knees got weak. Zayn crouched next to me and held me against his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around me. I cried on his chest. He held my head and I felt him shake. His tears dropped on my face.

“I’m sorry Niall.”

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I waited until Zayn left to go to work. He left my apartment and walked to work. He told me he wanted to sell his Maserati. I just nodded and mumbled an Okay. I looked out the window and saw his body fading into the distance.

I was alone.

I smirked to myself knowingly. I give up…on everything. I picked up my bags and left the apartment. I walked to the train station, passing people during this rush in the morning. I watched my step, hoping that I would not step on anyone’s foot.

“Train 67 to Mullingar, leaving at terminal 5”

I practically ran there, knowing that I was so close. The train’s doors were open and people filed in, one by one. I sat in a window seat, next to a young woman who was texting. I placed my bags on the floor and pulled out my phone.

Zayn, I’m sorry. I need to leave. At first I saw you as a rich man with no life. I got to know you through the internship and I ruined it when I tried to steal your money. You still loved me and we had a secret relationship. I changed you. You were no longer the man I fell in love with. I think the only way for you to return to your old self is if I leave. I love you so, so much. –Niall x x

I sent the message to him and I rested my head back. Out of nowhere, the waterworks came. I wiped it away quickly with my hand. The train pulled off and I was on my way home.

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Train 67 collided with train 43 on Wednesday 13th November at 10:13. The crash left 27 dead and 132 injured. Train 67 was going east to Mullingar while Train 43 was going west towards London. It was reported that the driver of train 43 lost control and crashed into train 67 at head on collision. Officials attended to the scene immediately and news reporters along with standers-by tried to get a glimpse of the horrific incident. Medics tried rehabilitating some of the injured passengers and police worked hard so all of this could move smoothly. At the end of the search for survivors, 27 people were pronounced dead. The names of the deceased were read aloud and people cried as they heard familiar names.

Niall Horan was one of the names.

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='( Anybody else crying like a baby? Well, thank you for reading, all props go to my amazing firend Maya. Find her on Wattpad (@Mayahh) and read her Narry, it's beautiful. =D Toodles! - Leah <3