Lucky, unlucky, forget me <3


First off, all the stuff in this fanfic is a characters point of view, not my own, so im not saying i think Niall needs to try harder to fix his teeth, or that none of them have manners, its just the characters first judgement. I dont think any of that, i love them for who they are, and im not a directionATOR, im a directionER, this is simply just a character, and if im honest, it was really hard to say that about them, because its not true!
This is a story about a girl, and Niall, Niall and a girl. Except this girl is no ordinary girl, she is his brother. His unwelcome, unloved, lonley brother. She thinks she's going to be like that forever, until one train ticket to London, and a bump into a stranger on the streets changes everything... Summer, here we come...:D


25. Please be okay!

'We wondered where you'd got to' someone laughed suddenly from the ledge at the side. 
'Harry!' i screamed,  losing my grip and only just managing to regain balance.
'Oh my god! Alex! Wheres Zayn!?' Chelsea's high pitched voice sounded really scared. There was a hint of confusion there too. I looked over to her and pointed my head in the direction of Zayn.
'Are you two okay?' Paige squealed.
'Well, hungry, tired, not going to be able to hold on much longer guys!' i yelled,  urging them to hurry.
'All we could find was a rope, but thats better than nothing, we called that emergency service and they said to just hold on they'd be here as quick as possible' Niall explained with a slice of pizza in his hand. His other was occupied, linking with Chelsea's. Harrys arm was also around Paige's shoulder. How long had we been here?!
'They better hurry up, i don't have much more strength' i worried.
'You'll be fine, want some pizza?' typical Niall.
'I'm good' i giggled, rolling my eyes.
We waited for the emergency person guy for about 20 minutes, and every so often i just felt my arms becoming weak. Every time i looked below me, Zayn was laid on the metal facing me,  staring at the clouds. He looked like he was going to pass out any second. He never replied when i shouted down to him, he just lifted an arm or something to show me he was still going.
'Zayn' i shouted the last time when i saw the neon yellow, orange and white van pull up near Harry ad the others. 
However this time, he didn't even move.  He didn't do anything. I shouted again and got the same response.
A man in a weir looking suit attached himself to a rope with one of those clippers things, and started scooting along the bar to me.
'Get Zayn first,  he doesn't look like he's moving!' i screamed in his face.  He looked taken back, but when he saw Zayn and glanced at me again, he made a strong knot on the rope around the bar, and jumped off while bit of chord followed him,  stopping when he was almost there.  I watched him let it get longer, and he made it too the metal where Zayn laid still.
Another man kept asking me if i was okay from the side,  but i nodded quickly and continued to watch the guy below attach Zayn to himself some how and pull himself up to me.
'Is he going to be okay!?' i asked.  The man ignored me, and got Zayn to land with some help, then came to get me. He helped me up to just sitting on the bar, and then dod the same with the rope on me. I eventually was brought to Zayn's side. He was coughing uncontrollably, probably because they just done CPR on him and stuff. After the coughing,  he lay still. He was breathing,  but slowly and shallowly.
'Please tell me he'll be fine' i cried. Tears were streaming down my face by now. I forgot about being hungry and cold, and tired ad thirsty, and focussed on the angel in front of me. What was going to happen?
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