Fix You (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8 FYZM

•Zayn•

"Zayn.. You've got to get out of bed, mate." Niall pleaded, softly shaking my shoulders. I was facing the wall, trying to blank out my thoughts and memories between Skylar and I, trying to hold myself together for my own sake..

I sighed, my breath crackling due to the fact of my silent cries, as I brought my hand to my eyes and gently wiped the morning crust away from them. I didn't feel like performing tonight, and I didn't feel like facing Skylar again after what happened.. She must've thought how much of a burden I was, and how much more weight I was putting in her shoulders. But yet, she seemed so fragile and heartbroken when she stood in the park, the snowflakes brushing across her beautiful skin, melting away from her body warmth that I was in love with. It wasn't just the thought of loosing her that bothered me, it was the thought of thinking what we could've had if we were still together.. I could've treated her more better, but I didn't have a second chance.. "I can't move, Nialler.." I moaned, gripping my chest in pain. I was right, I couldn't move. The excruciating pain that was running through my chest was terrible. Maybe it was because it was purely empty, but that couldn't be it, because it was empty for a long time before that. I groaned, tears falling freely from my brown eyes, my flattened hair covering most of my burning forehead. I felt my throat swell, wanting a small cough to escape, but ending up almost choking. I gasped lightly, letting some cool air flow into my raw and dried lungs, letting a wave of relief wash over my features. "Niall.. It hurts.." I whimpered, shutting my eyes tightly from the pain, squeezing my own arm to block out whatever rotten feelings that were running through me. My eyes were swollen with tears, my lips were curved into an over night frown, and my normal chocolate brown eyes darkened into black, and all in all, I couldn't understand the pain that was making me so sick. I heard Niall's breathing become unsteady with worry, as I felt another itchiness in my throat, making me want to barf. I gagged, not fancying the swelling pain in my voice and throat. I felt as if someone was jabbing a pencil right through it, leaving it to infect and swell. "Zayn.. Your scaring me." Niall frowned, gripping my shoulder tightly for support of his own. "Liam! Liam!" Niall cried, jumping off of my bunk to get some help. He was always so sensitive, he didn't always know what was going on..

I moaned, my throat feeling like it was becoming more swelled, like I couldn't get air through my lungs. I turned on my other side, groaning as I did so, facing the other bunk beds beside mine. Right under mine was Skylar's, and last night I was scared to make any noise of crying, just in case I actually woke her.. It pained me. It hurt. I just don't understand.. Why can't she just forget about the past? Is she really as broken as I am? "Zayn, You alright lad?" Liam came hesitantly, patting me gently on the shoulder. I whimpered, shaking my sore head, closing my eyes to try and block out the physical pain it was bringing. He placed his hand softly across my burning forehead, leaving it there for a second, before swinging it back, worry flashing across his face. "Zayn... Your temperature is defiantly over 100..." He gasped, shaking his head in disbelief. Tears spilt from my eyes a little more, knowing I wasn't even going to get a chance to perform tonight. The lads haven't seen me this sick before, maybe just a few coughs here and there, but I haven't been this sick since... 3 years ago. When Skylar dealt with me. When she made me feel better, and comforted me when my mum couldn't. It was her love that brought me back to health. It was always her.

"Liam.. What do I do?" I whined, my head feeling like it was being thrashed across the bus, my stomach feeling like someone just stabbed it, and my whole body feeling completely broken. My throat was swelling, where at this point, I couldn't feel anymore swallows it took to actually swallow the saliva. "I'm going to have to find someone that could look after you while we perform this show tonight.. It's only a couple songs." He sighed, running his hand through his hair.