Back For You {z.m} ON HOLD

"The past comes back to haunt you."


14. Stop



Zayn's p.o.v

I couldn't sleep that night; I tossed and turned for hours thinking about everything. Just when I thought I was about to drift of I woke up covered in sweat panting.


I looked over and saw Louis' fast asleep, softly snoring great seems like everyone can sleep except me. Why don't I just leave, leave the boys lives, And Alex's life. If the jets have anything to do with it, I could be dead in a matter of hours.

I slipped out of bed, and gently walked over to the wardrobe making sure not to wake Louis. I changed into a blue Hollister t-shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans. I opened up my bedside cabinet and grabbed a knife, on knife won’t save me against all the jets, but I feel happy knowing I have it.

I grabbed my leather jacket and turn to leave, but I decide I should write a note for Alex's sake.


Look, I guess if you’re reading this you’re wondering where I've gone, I just need to leave. Don’t bothering looking for me cause I'll probably be dead by the time you get this.

Zayn xxxx

The note got a bit splotchy but I couldn't be bothered to write it again, I put it on my bed. Before walking out thinking about everything I was leaving behind.

Alex's p.o.v

I woke up, a few hours later gasping for breath. I'd just had a nightmare about Zayn I dreamt he was gone.

I sat up and placed my hand on my pounding chest, who was I kidding of course I needed Zayn, he's like a dad to me. I don't care about the amount of times he's hurt me I just need him no matter what happens.

I leaned over and switched on my bedside light. The golden glow lit up the the whole room. I shivered as I looked over at Harry's (well actually Charlie's) empty bed, I hope he lives, he has to pull through.

I rubbed my bare arms which were covered in goose bumps; I wasn't even sure why I was so scared about Zayn leaving me he said he never would.

I slipped out of bed, hoping I could have a chat with him. I opened the door and saw his empty bed, oh god where was he. The only person there was Louis.

I tiptoed over to his bed, were he'd written a note. I scanned through it oh god he'd given himself up to the jets.

'Zayn no' I screamed.

'What is it' Louis mumbled opening his eyes.

'Lou Zayn’s, gone he's given himself up'.

I started screaming and crying at the same time, how could he do this to me. By this time, Niall, Liam and Mike had all rushed in.

Niall came over to me and hugged me, while I cried all over his shoulder. I'm not a girl who cries very often but right then it's all i could do.

"We’re going to have to call the police," Mike sighed grabbing Zayn's phone which he'd left behind.

'No' Louis yelled snatching it out of his hand.

We all turned and glared at him.

'Look' he said, 'Zayn obviously wants to do this, the one thing he wants most in this world is to get Alex back but he can't-".

"Because there’s no way Mike will say yes," Niall  cut in.

'Exactly' he burst out.

I lifted my tear stained face, off Nialls shoulder and turned to look at Mike. He awkwardly ran his hands over his bald head feeling embarrassed.

'Look Al I couldn't say yes, to Zayn look at what's happened since he came here'.

I started crying again but this time, I couldn't stop. The tears just kept pouring out, Nialls shoulders were soaking wet by the time I was done.

'So what are going to do?' Liam asked pacing up and down the room.

'Nothing till morning, if Zayn wants to do this it's his choice' sighed Mike look knackered.

With that, he gave me a quick hug, before him and Liam left the room. Niall  carried me back to my room, cradling me like a baby.

'How come no one’s upset' I muttered angrily.

'I don't know' he whispered stroking my hair.

I pushed him away, and started punched my pillow, feeling angry with everything. Why has everything in my life been bad, I just need some good like saving Zayn, wait that's it.

'Come on' I snapped dragging Niall to his feet.


'Were going after Zayn

I changed in my t-shirt, and jeans and put my coat on top, I threw Niall a spare coat and a pair of jeans.

'Um are you sure about this'?.


'Course I'm sure' I yelled running a hairbrish through my curly mess.


With that I grabbed Nialls arm and dragged him downstairs. He moaned and complained a bit but I didn't care I was going to save my brother even if it's the last thing I do.



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