homeless [l.s.]

02

it's funny how a memory turns into a bad dream.

zayn malik.

zayn was my best friend. fuck, it hurts so say was.

i loved him, i loved him more than life itself, i loved him more than my entire family, i loved him more than anything in the world.

i can't remember a single moment of my childhood where zayn wasn't in it.

until, something happened.

we we're sixteen, in his parents' basement.

well, i wouldn't really say basement, it had a window because his house was kind of elevated up which i thought was weird, but i guess now that i think about it, it gave the house character.

my parents were god knows where, if you were wondering.

we were both lying next to eachother, staring up at the ceiling, basically sharing thoughts, until he spoke.

"how does it feel to chew five gum?"

i laughed, because that ad had been everywhere at the time. until i realized he was being serious.

"i don't know," i said between chuckles, "i've never tried it."

zayn hummed a reply before he started rambling again, that's why i loved him, he was so carefree and didn't give a fuck about what was going on around him.

"y'know that girl in my math class, uhh, casey or cat or something stupid like that," he started.

"uh, yeah, probably, why?"

"oh fuck, she's such a wanker, honestly. she's my partner for this project thing we have to do and she's literally the dumbest person ever. i told her to get me a ruler, from where the rulers are - which, by the way, had like four spare - and she came back with tiny three-year-old scissors with a tiny five-inch ruler on them!" he rambled, "i mean, seriously, if i asked you to get me a ruler would you come back with scissors?"

"maybe, if i wanted to annoy you." i replied with a snicker.

"you dog," zayn said and punched my stomach. we we're always close, always. he could break my leg and i would forgive him within the next day. we we're inseparable.

around this time it was about two a.m., we just talked and talked about whatever was running through our fucked up minds until we fell asleep and woke up at twelve p.m. the next day.

bang.

i shot up, looking to my left to see blood oozing out of zayn's hair, and him gargling and then,

silence.

i screamed, i screamed so fucking loud it probably woke up the entire neighbourhood, if they weren't already awake. tears rushed down my cheeks and i cupped zayn's lifeless face in my hands. to the right of his head, a rusty, golden, bullet rolled across the floor, before it stopped. next to his head lay a gun, which had steam emerging from the tip of it.

the door shot open, and there zayn's parents were, even more horrified than i was, they both shut down, screaming and running towards me and dialing the ambulance and all i could do was crawl into a corner and try to wipe my tears away with my blood covered hands.

a ringing sensation filled my ears, and zayn's parents kicked the bullet closer to me as they rushed around zayn's body, which i couldn't even glimpse at. it rolled over to me, and halted as it hit my foot.

shaking, i picked it up, before breaking down again, zayn saved my life.

zayn malik saved my life.

if zayn malik was in the bathroom, or wasn't there, the bullet would've gone into my head.

i screamed, although it felt like no sound came out of my mouth, and even more tears flew down my cheeks, i wished i could just die right there. i wanted to be with zayn. wherever he was, i wanted to be there.

the bullet reflected off the tiny light-bulb in the ceiling and into my eyes. i picked it up, once again, and saw it had a name engraved in the side of it.

"louis"

and underneath it in a tiny cursive font:

"i wrote your name on the bullet so you we're the last thing that was in my head,"

"daddy!"

louis' eyes shot open, only to be met with a blurry image of his son, looking up at him with a scared look on his face.

"why are you crying?"

fuck.

"i'm not crying, love," louis said, wiping the tears away.

zayn grabbed his fathers larger hand, and squeezed it, he shuffled closer to louis until he could feel his breathe on his tiny nose.

"you can cry in front of me, daddy."

louis nearly started to cry again, how fucking awesome was that?

he felt his lip quiver, so he quickly pulled his son into a much needed hug, there was no way in hell louis was going to let his son watch him burst into tears, even if his son gave him consent.

"i love you so f-flipping much." he breathed, staring at his reflection through the side window, his eyes were puffy and red.

he felt zayn's grip tighten, then loosen, then tighten again, and finally, loosen again.

louis looked down, to see his son limply holding on to his own waist, with his eyes fluttering shut. his long eyelashes lightly touching the top of his cheekbones, then, his breathing evened out and he, not to louis' surprise, fell asleep.

just like a baby.

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A/N heyyYYyYy you dont know how excited i am for this story eEAEAEAEA but um anygays

this chapter was kinda cringey and cliche BUT DID YOU NOTICE MY MORAL OF THE STORY REFERENCE?????? I FEEL SO CLEVER USING THAT

ok bye vibe don't die

-el :)