Niall's Cancer Battle: A 1D Fanfic

Chapter Eighteen: Problems

Chapter Eighteen: Problems

It's been three days since Zayn suggested we all split up. Somehow the fans found out we're all in different places and they've been creating numerous rumors as to us breaking up. Sometimes I wished they wouldn't assume things about us.

I haven't really done anything in the last three days. What was there to do in a city you weren't most familiar with and without your best friends around you?

I groan, rolling over onto my face. Why did I ever agree to this...

**Zayn's POV**

I figure I'm having a dream when I see myself laughing with the lads.

Niall jumps onto Harry's back and Louis does the same to Liam. Liam and Harry take off running as Niall and Louis attack eachother with water guns. I'm waiting behind a tree with a water gun in hand, ready to take them down by the power of surprise.

It's weird watching yourself, even if it is a dream. Your mind just does some weird shit to you I guess.

"FASTER HARRY!" Niall screams and hits Louis directly in the face with water, his laughter booming out around us all.

"I'm running!" Harry exclaims but he's no match for Liam. Liam is practically born to run.

They're running towards me and I ready myself for surprise. I only have the urge to attack Niall though, I don't know why, but I want to.

I jump out from behind the tree, lifting my water gun to shoot Niall. Laughter is playing at my lips as they run closer. Niall spots me with a wide smile on his face.

I pull the trigger and a loud BANG! erupts around me. I look down shocked at the gun in my hands. It's not a water gun.

"Niall!" Harry screams and my gaze flies up towards them. The impact of the shot has sent Niall flying off of Harry.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Liam screams at me as he and Louis shove past me, sending me to the ground. They join Harry who has started pushing on Niall's chest.

I felt my hand shaking and the gun weighed a ton. I watched the boys desperately push at Niall's chest, the blood pooling out around Niall. I couldn't breathe. I just shot Niall. I...I..

I gasp, bolting straight up in bed. I'm covered with sweat and my breathing is loud. My chest feels heavy and I clutch at my neck. I feel like I'm suffocating.

My dream felt so real. I can still feel the weight of the gun in my hand. I can...

I look down at my hand. A gun, black and shiny is in it. I hyperventilate. "What the fuck?!" I scream as my white sheets bleed red suddenly. A sudden huge lump makes an appearance underneath my covers.

I'm crying. This can't be real. This can't be fucking real. My bed covers move, the blood spreading.

I throw the covers over, desperate to find what was going on underneath them. "Oh my god..," I gasp when my eyes fall on the body of Niall. Blood everywhere. His blue eyes dead and staring straight at me.

His mouth moved and I'm captured in that moment. Held in a trance. My heart beating fast. "Zayn," his voice growls at me. "You did this."

"What the fuck is going on?!" I cry out, trying to push away from the dead Niall. His face pale and his blonde hair matted down with blood.

"You're killing me!" Niall screamed and I watched his bony, blood stains hands scratch at me. His hands grip my legs, pulling me towards him. I feel him scratch my arms.