Save Me

Part 3 ~Stella~

A/N: Alright, so here it is, Part 3! I honestly love the way this came out and I hope you guys do, too! This story is really a super-long one shot, so I've split it up into 3 parts (obviously). Here you are, lovelies! Please comment and let me know if you like it :D

Dedicated to @liveyourdreams16 because she commented on every chapter of my Narry fanfiction and she has my lucky number in her penname and she's totally awesome and I don't know if she'll like this but you still need to go fan her :D

Part 3 ~Stella~

Liam didn't wake up again for two days.

Finally, after two days of sleeping on folding chairs, drinking burnt coffee and fighting off the press, I needed air.

Niall had brought me a bag of clothes; I pulled on uggs, sweatpants and a plaid shirt, not bothering to get dressed up. I pulled on my wool coat and walked outside the hospital, looking to clear my head.

The air was heavy with a certain crispness to it, indicating that it had snowed shortly before my walk. I watched my hot breath in front of me, blowing into the air as a white cloud and slowly disappearing.

The hospital was a while away from London, about thirty minutes. They'd taken him to this secluded place on top of a mountain for privacy and better doctors. It was colder up here, yet much quieter. I walked along a cobblestone path, watching the snowy blue mountains in the distance. In the valley separating the mountain which I stood on and the mountains I was staring at, tall pine trees grew. I slowly examined the dark green bristles of the pine trees, frosted with snow, sway in the breeze. I shivered; Liam would've loved this.

I noticed a bright red bird, possibly a cardinal, flying from branch to branch in some nearby trees. I stopped walking and watched the fragile bird hop around and gather winter berries. It reminded me how fragile lift was. It reminded me how lucky I was to be alive. It reminded me how grateful I was that Liam hadn't quite overdosed, though he was close. My blue eyes must've looked pretty bright in the sunlight because I was sure that I was as pale as a ghost, thinking about Liam.

Liam had always been there for me. And now, I needed to be there for him. I needed to stand by him...I needed a plan. I sat down on a lonesome bench, taking out my journal that I always carried. I clicked the pen open and chewed on the top, thinking hard.

                                                                   Plan For Liam's Recovery:

Step 1: rehabilitation. Get him professional help. Take him to a shrink. Have him write down his feelings, possibly in song lyrics???

Step 2: confidence: help him regain his self-esteem. He needs to feel again. Show him how amazing he truly is.

Step 3: support. Build up a strong support system. Let him know that we're here and always will be.

I was about to add more when crunching on the wet gravel brought me back to reality. I looked up to find Zayn walking toward me. A scarf was tied tightly around his neck and he wore similar clothes to me, though his were men's obviously. I allowed him a tiny smile. He sat next to me and took my book out of my hands, reading the list out loud.

"You're a psychology major, right?" he asked me once he'd finished. I nodded. "So you know how to help him."

"Yes," I said. He smiled and wrapped his arm around me, snuggling up to me on the cold metal bench. We both stared at the mountains for a while longer before either of us spoke.

"Is it my fault?" Zayn whispered. I was alarmed by his question, taken aback. Zayn was one of Liam's best friends, why would it be his fault?!

"Zayn, of course not!" I said almost instantly.