Can't You See it Isn't Your Fault? (Sequel to Can't You See it Doesn't Matter to Me?) *COMPLETE*

Sequel to Can't You See it Doesn't Matter to Me!! So read that one first!!

"You're so stupid! How could you let him do that? Now he doesn't remember anything! It's all your fault and now, you lost him forever!" I think this to myself everyday, numerous times. Niall always tries to talk to me and get me to get out of bed, but I won't. How could I? Everything is my fault.


6. Chapter SIx

Sam's P.O.V.

    I swear that's Zayn. It has to be Zayn. Or maybe I'm just seeing things. But why does my name sound familiar and everything else? I just don't know. I left and went home after he went with the manager. When I got inside, I saw Liam. "Liam I need to talk to you. Now." I said. He looked at me and knew something was up. "Okay. Are you alright?" he asked. Suddenly, I realized I had been holding in all my tears and it's just all been building up inside me. I moved into Liam's arms. "No. I think the doctor may have been lying when he said Zayn died. I swear I just saw him at Starbucks. Liam, he recognized me, the name Sam and Harry and Zayn. Even One Direction a little bit. He said he didn't recognize his own girlfriend, but he did me. And I would know if that wasn't Zayn, Liam. He looked exactly like Zayn. But he said his name was Jaxon." I explained. Liam sat me down next to him on the couch. "Sam, I think this whole thing is just really, really hard on you. And I think you're just doing everything possible to make him still be here. He isn't, Sam. I know it's hard. But you just have to get better." he said. "I know it was him, Liam. I swear it was him!" I said. "No, Sam. That's Jaxon. Like you said. I don't know everything else, but Zayn isn't here anymore." he whispered. "It was him Liam!" I yelled. I could feel hot tears streaming down my face as I got frustrated. Why won't he listen to me? Harry appeared. "Hey, are you guys okay?" he asked. "It doesn't matter." I said and went to my room.

    A few minutes later, Harry knocked on the door. "Hey, come here." he said and sat down on my bed. I moved so he was hugging me. "Sam, you're going to be okay. I promise." he said. "Harry, I know you think I'm crazy, but I know it was him. You just have to believe me. If you were there, you would've been suspicious too. Harry, please. Listen to me." I begged. "I don't know, Sam. I want to believe you. I want Zayn to still be alive. But there isn't anything we can do right now, okay? And if you see him again, then just ask for his number or something so maybe I could meet him." he said. I nodded. "Now, get some rest. You look exhausted." he said and pulled the blankets up around me. "You can always talk to me you know right?" he asked. "Yeah." I replied. "Okay, well you know where to find me. Goodnight, Sam." he whispered and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight." I whispered as he disappeared through the door. I don't know how I got so lucky, but I'm so glad I did. I have four best friends that are technically brothers, and just by dialing their number, I have four other best friends who are technically sisters. Also, Zayn isn't dead. He's out there somewhere. And I'm going to do everything possible to find him and make everything be fine again.

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