Part 3: Insecure Zayn!
Zayn’s P.O.V
I was lying on the cama then. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t . Everytime I closed my eyes, the imágenes of my grandfather and the girl I loved appeared. They were all so far away that I couldn’t touch . My life without them was meaningless and covered with the darkness. I even couldn’t feel o see anything. I took a blade nearby and pricked it through the skin of the palm of my hand. My hand began to bleed but I still couldn’t feel hurt. It was useless with me. Then I stood up and took some sleeping pills. Maybe I took 8 o 9 tablets. I just wanted to sleep and forget every pain in this life. Finally, I fell into sleep. A real sleep without pains, nightmares, worries and all of suck things. I really didn’t want to wake up.
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Niall’s P.O.V
I was cooking when I saw that Liam’s phone rang continously. Oh, it was Hannah.
“ Liam, Hannah is calling you”- I called Liam.
He was having a bath. Hearing the name of Hannah, he shouted angrily:
“ Let it be, I don’t want to talk to that crazy girl!”
Suddenly, Louis snatched the phone from my hand. He smirked:
“ Wow. 10 missing calls and 12 messages. All are from Hannah. Liam she’s crazy for you.”
“ Oh god, maybe I should block her number” – Liam said, walking out of the bathroom.
He looked so so hot with his six packs. I usually felt so jealous of his sexy body. I didn’t want to be so thin like that. Maybe I should go to the gym soon.
“ Oh, where is Zayn? As usual, he should be here now”- Harry wondered.
“Maybe he is oversleeping. Let me wake him up.” I suggested.
These days, Zayn was a bit sad and quiet. I was so worried about him but I couldn’t help anything. Talking to him only made him become más angry.
But the moment I walked into his room, I wished that I had talked to him.
* * *
Niall’s POV:
I was crying beside Zayn’s cama then. He didn’t breathe any more. My beloved Zayn didn’t breathe any more. His left hand was covered with blood. His face turned pale. I couldn’t move, couldn’t say anything. All I could do was standing, looking at him with my eyes weeled por tears.
“No! I can’t lose Zayn, he mustn’t die. I have to save him!” I thought
Gaining my self-possession back, I screamed:
“Liam, Louis, Harry! Call the ambulancia for me! IMMEDIATELY!”
Zayn’s P.O.V
I was lying on the cama then. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t . Everytime I closed my eyes, the imágenes of my grandfather and the girl I loved appeared. They were all so far away that I couldn’t touch . My life without them was meaningless and covered with the darkness. I even couldn’t feel o see anything. I took a blade nearby and pricked it through the skin of the palm of my hand. My hand began to bleed but I still couldn’t feel hurt. It was useless with me. Then I stood up and took some sleeping pills. Maybe I took 8 o 9 tablets. I just wanted to sleep and forget every pain in this life. Finally, I fell into sleep. A real sleep without pains, nightmares, worries and all of suck things. I really didn’t want to wake up.
* * *
Niall’s P.O.V
I was cooking when I saw that Liam’s phone rang continously. Oh, it was Hannah.
“ Liam, Hannah is calling you”- I called Liam.
He was having a bath. Hearing the name of Hannah, he shouted angrily:
“ Let it be, I don’t want to talk to that crazy girl!”
Suddenly, Louis snatched the phone from my hand. He smirked:
“ Wow. 10 missing calls and 12 messages. All are from Hannah. Liam she’s crazy for you.”
“ Oh god, maybe I should block her number” – Liam said, walking out of the bathroom.
He looked so so hot with his six packs. I usually felt so jealous of his sexy body. I didn’t want to be so thin like that. Maybe I should go to the gym soon.
“ Oh, where is Zayn? As usual, he should be here now”- Harry wondered.
“Maybe he is oversleeping. Let me wake him up.” I suggested.
These days, Zayn was a bit sad and quiet. I was so worried about him but I couldn’t help anything. Talking to him only made him become más angry.
But the moment I walked into his room, I wished that I had talked to him.
* * *
Niall’s POV:
I was crying beside Zayn’s cama then. He didn’t breathe any more. My beloved Zayn didn’t breathe any more. His left hand was covered with blood. His face turned pale. I couldn’t move, couldn’t say anything. All I could do was standing, looking at him with my eyes weeled por tears.
“No! I can’t lose Zayn, he mustn’t die. I have to save him!” I thought
Gaining my self-possession back, I screamed:
“Liam, Louis, Harry! Call the ambulancia for me! IMMEDIATELY!”
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