Watch Over You (Zarry) *Going Through Major Editing - On Hold*

Watch Over You (Zarry)

My name is Zayn Malik. I am 19 years old. I have black hair, and brown eyes. My best friend is Liam Payne. Did I forget to mention I'm dead? Well, yeah, I'm dead as a door nail. So is Liam. We met in Transfer. That's where we are now; Transfer. Transfer is when you sit and wait for your fate. Everyone has something different to do. All that crap about just sitting in Heaven and having fun, yeah, it's bullshit. I guess I should tell you how I got here. I was at a party, just having fun with the other popular kids. Everything was great. We were on the roof. Yeah I know, how stupid can you get? It seemed like a good idea at the time. But then it happened. I tripped on my shoelace, and I fell off. I don't really remember what happened after that. I just remember waking up with some guy wearing to much white staring at me. He explained what happened and well, I kinda lost it. I cried for awhile. The guy just sat there and watched until I got up. He told me to follow him. I did. He brought me here, to transfer. I have been here for about a month now. After about a week, I met Liam. He was walking, and got ran over by a drunk driver. He is 19 too. We talked, and we just kinda became best friends. So here we are, sitting in this big white room. The room we have been in for a month. When we need sleep, beds appear, and they poof away when we awake. When we are hungry, people in white bring food. It's really boring here. I look at Liam. He smiles and is about to say something when one of the men in white walks up to us. "Zayn Malik?" He asks. "Yes?" "Follow me." I look at Liam who looks surprised. I get up and follow the man. He leads me to a room, where we both take a seat. "I have a job for you." I perk up at this. Anything would be better than sitting around here, doing nothing all day. "Before I explain your job, you need to pick your partner." "Liam Payne." I reply automatically. "Very well. Stay here." He gets up and leaves. He returns a minute or so later with a confused and excited looking Liam. "Please sit Mr. Payne." He sits next to me. "Before I explain anything, you must fully agree to accompany Mr.Malik on this job. Zayn has no choice but to go, but you can decline the partnership request." "I fully accept the responsibility as Zayn's partner on his job." Liam says, sounding excited. We really have no idea what we are getting into. It could be anything from getting your official fate, to guarding someone who is unstable because they just arrived in transfer. "Very well, the deal is sealed." The man in white nods his head. "You two, are going on the surface." Liam looks like he is gonna pee his pants. We are going to the surface. This must be a special case. This doesn't happen often. "You are to watch a boy. His name is Harry Styles. His death date is fuzzy, and we need you two to clear it for us, so we can have a retriever ready for him at the time." Ah, yes. The retrievers. The man I saw when I woke up was one of them. Every living human has their death date on file, so a retriever can get to them before they have time to start freaking out. "He is 18. He lives in Holmes Chapel, in Cheshire, England. His best friend is Louis Tomlinson. This should be enough information for you to complete your task. Remember, clear up the death date. That is all you have to do. Do I make myself clear?" Liam and I nod. "Good. There are a few rules for going to the surface. 1.Nobody can know that you are dead. 2.Don't get distracted from your task. 3.Do not try to start a new life, and blow off your task. We will find you. and 4.Do not get romantically involved with ANYONE. Do you understand?" We nod. "Good, you will be deported in an hour. You may go about your task anyway you want. You can be seen, and befriend the boy, or you can choose to not be seen and stalk him. It's up to you really." The man in white says with a smirk. "Now get prepared. You have 55 minutes until you leave." Liam and I get up, and walk to an empty room in transfer. Nobody really has bedrooms or anything. You just kinda went where you wanted, and slept where you wanted. "Holy crap Zayn! Is this really happening?" I look over at Liam and smile. "Yeah. I can't believe it either."  

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