Killer (Ziall AU)

Chapter 15- final chapter

Hey guys! So I'm extremely excited about this chapter, and even more excited to explain the rationale behind this very short story.

I've also seen that there was some confusion in the last chapter and the explanation. THIS is the last actual chapter of the story, and soon after I will post an explanation and then this story will be complete. Thank you all for the support, and for all the reads and votes and comments. You all are absolutely incredible!

I've gotten questions about a sequel, but I don't think a sequel will quite work after you've read this chapter. But, I do think that a prequel could be possible. I guess that depends on what you guys want.

Dedication to:

I hope this chapter is everything you expect yet nothing you could have guessed.

-_-

~Niall~

"Niall, are you listening to me? Niall." I nodded not really saying much. I couldn't remember how I got to this office, or when Liam even sat down, but apparently I was here- at my shrink, again. I understand I am crazy, murdering the masses did show a level of insanity. But I knew I would be asked the same question again, and I would give the same answer. I was crazy, but not a liar.

"Tell me: what happened, Niall?" He asked kindly, just like he had everyday for the past week and a half.

"Why do you keep asking?! I've told you the whole story before, why do you insist on hearing it again and again? What difference does it make?" I questioned, upset. My eyes were beginning to tear up, hands shaking. I hated reliving it, hated seeing his expression, hated remembering every hit and insult spit at me. I hated it.

"Maybe this time the story will change." He answered calmly and I began to think that he was the real crazy one between the pair of us.

"It won't, it never has and it never will." I insisted urgently, but he was having none of it. I could already tell by the way he sat back in his seat calmly.

"Humor me." A small smile on his face, arms crossed loosely on his chest- his body language told me there was no getting out of it, so I sighed but complied.

"We kissed, and then everything changed. I don't know why it had to, everything was going perfect, like a fairytale almost. But I guess I'm not allowed a happy ending, not with what I've done. He was upset, and everything was happening too fast. He was kissing my face, and then there was the police and they were holding me. They had turned me in. And then I was being hit, and kicked and spit on- pushed down the stairs and insulted. They dragged me outside, and continued to beat mr- who would stop them after all, I was a murderer and no one tried to save murderers. But then Zayn was outside, begging and screaming and crying. But that made me feel so angry, what right did he have to be sad? He turned me in, he had no right to be upset about what was happening. Looking back now, it could have been his way of trying to save me but I will never know. And somehow, I ended up here." I explained solemnly, hands wringing together and eyes downcast. I didn't want to face the judgment, it had never been there, but today felt different and I didn't want to risk it.

"Why do you think you're here today?"

"Because I'm crazy, and I've killed many people. Brutally murdered them."

"But why are you here, why would a serial killer be allowed to walk around- without security as well."

"Because I can't hurt anyone in here, I mean they've taken everything from me." I answered confused, these questions all being new to the usual routine.

"Niall, where is Zayn?" He asked again, kind brown eyes soft almost sad and pitying. I hated pity.

"At home I'm sure." I answered confidently.

"Why hasn't he visited?" And that one sent me spiraling backwards quite a bit. Ouch.

"They won't let him." I answered back, but the hurt and uncertainty was certainly in my tone. He couldn't miss it I was sure. He sighed softly, shaking his head.

"Niall, Zayn is dead." He said sadly, and I shook my head with a forced laugh. He was lying. He must have read my thoughts because he shook his head sadly. "He's Gone, Ni. You were there, and Louis and Harry were too. I know you remember, you just have to dig a little deeper." He insisted, but I shook my head tears threatening to leave my eyes.

"Please, stop trying to hurt me." I whimpered, clamping my hands over my ears and squeezing my eyes shut. But it didn't help. All I heard were whimpers, screams and begs, and the sound of sirens. All I could see was red, warm liquid on my hands but when I opened my eyes my hands were clean. What?

"Niall, I'm not trying to hurt you-"

"Well you are!" I screamed, and he flinched back slightly from my outburst. He had come go kneel in front of mr, but was now just a safe distance away.

"You were there, all you have to do is remember. You're not a killer, you're just a grieving lover." He said softly. I tried to avoid his gaze,but instead of it helping, it made things worse. On his bookshelf was a picture, one of me and Zayn, hands laced together, Liam, Louis and Harry standing with us. We were on a boat, all happy and tanned. And then everything clicked and I wanted to explode.

Zayn was dead, shot by someone trying to rob the place we were in. It would have been me, it should have been me. He was in my arms, my tears falling onto his rapidly losing cheeks while I whispered words of love to him. He didn't make it, it was my fault, it should have been me.

Zayn was gone.

And I cried.

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Short ending I know, but hopefully none of you saw this coming. Explanation will be posted soon-ish.

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It has come to an end, thank you all for reading this story, and sticking by its side. It was short and sucky, but you all read it anyways and I can't thank you all enough. I love you all, and you guys rock. :)

Xx Val