101 Letters Unsent. Ziall.

Number Fourteen

I was woke up to a screech then a loud crash from the night. I jolted up and looked out the window but didn't see anything. Maybe it was just my dream? I hope although that dream really happened.

I shook my head and walked over to my desk. Picking up the pencil, I started to write.

Niall,

I keep having dreams. Dreams about Louis' death. About how he died. About how he died on impact pretty much. Everything. I know who killed him also. You won't believe me though because he didn't get hurt at all.

I honestly think that Ed killed him. In my dream, I saw orange red hair with a beer bottle in one hand and the wheel in the other. There was someone else with him. I couldn't see them but he or she was asleep and unharmed.

I wish I could've stopped the crash. I really do but everything happens for a reason right?

What's the reason you cheated?

-Zayn.

I put the letter in the drawer and started to draw. I started to draw Louis. His hair. Eyes. Mouth. Everything. I knew it would take me a long time to finish this drawing because I was going to make sure everything was perfect.

After about an hour, my hand started to hurt so I stopped drawing and walked into my bathroom looking at death in the mirror.

He was staring right back at me. With an amused smirk. Why is he testing me? Doesn't he know that if I were to kill myself I wouldn't regret it?

" You're not going to get the best of me. When I finally do it, I won't regret it. " I told him. He disappeared and I sighed as I watched my own reflection. I will someday succeed. Especially when Harry is thinking I'm better. I'll finally be happy and be where my best mate is.

I walked out of my bathroom and outside. I know I wasn't in anything except pjs but I needed some air. I was looking at the ground walking just thinking to myself. I heard someone yell my name so I quickly forced a smile on my face before turning around.

" Hi Harry! " I said cheerfully. He smiled and walked to me more.

" Hey Zayn. Why are you out here in your pajamas? " he asked chuckling a bit. I laughed.

" I didn't feel like changing. " I told him truthfully.

" Oh nice. Listen I was wondering if you were gonna be alright by yourself for a few days? Hillary wants me to take her somewhere romantic and I figured we would go to France for a few days and stuff. " He told me.

" I'll be fine Harry. I think at least. " I mumbled the last part but I knew he could hear it.

" You sure? I mean- "

" Just take your girl to France Harry. " He nodded and hugged me.

" Thanks mate. We'll probably leave tonight. " I nodded.

" Okay. "

" Well I better go get packing then! See ya Zayn! " Harry ran off towards his house and a genuine smile formed on my face.

I can have the whole house to myself.

Without anyone coming in.

Stopping me.

From doing it.

Yay!

A/N : that was terribly short. Sorry.