Without You

Niall Horan and Zayn Malik are two Cancer patients who happen to meet during Chemo. They fall in love with each other. Zayn being his sweet self gives Niall everything he has ever dreamed of. Niall is keeping secrets though... Will the secrets come out? Will Zayn be mad?


15. Don't Do It

-Zayn’s POV-


It was so surreal. One minute I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to see my love again, then I see him sitting across from where I am. I felt my bones ach from just seeing him sitting there across from me, my legs moved me without my mind even telling them to move. It was as if every fiber of my being needed him near me. He was my heroin, and I was addicted. I love Niall James Horan, He may never love me the same way back but I honestly don’t care. I know somewhere deep inside me I would do anything for him, I would be anything for him. If he needed me as a boyfriend, I would be his boyfriend. If he needed a best friend, I would be his best friend. I hurried all the way across the street, not even looking around to see if a car was driving down the street. I was only focusing on one thing, Niall.


“Ni-Niall?” I spoke, it came out in a hoarse whisper. Niall was looking down at his feet not really paying attention to anything until I spoke. His head snapped up from the sound of his name being called. He looked hurt, he had bruises on his face and I could see a few sticking out from under his sleeves. How could anyone do this to Niall?


“Zayn?” He said looking up at me in disbelief. I wanted to run to him and pull him into my arms, but I was worried if I did then the man sitting next to him would hurt him more than he already has. I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I turned to see Louis walking up looking around, he spotted Niall and looked around. He was looking for Liam, I could tell.


“Okay, we’re here. What do you want?” I spat at the man sitting next to Niall. He had a stupid smirk on his face. I knew he liked seeing me get mad just from the look on his face. I had the urge to punch him until he was dead. I know it’s wrong to use violence, but would it really be that wrong to use it in this sort of situation?


“Someone is in a hurry, I was hoping we could discuss this over lunch?” The man spoke in his gruff voice. That’s when I realized. He was our receptionist, but our receptionist had a French accent, I should have known that it was a fake accent!


“I don’t think that would be wise of us to do, Mr.?” I need to know this man’s name, I hate not being able to curse it. The man chuckled and crossed his legs. I could tell he wasn’t expecting to move any time soon.


“Simon, you can call me Simon.” The man said a slight chuckle under his breath. I gave him a curt nod but stayed where I was. I didn’t want to get any closer to this man, I was scared I would punch him. Who knows what would happen if I did that. I turned to look at Niall who went back to looking at his shoes, he was scared I could tell. I wanted to just wrap my arms around him and make him feel better. I hated not being able to touch him, I miss the feeling of his hand in mine, the feeling of him being wrapped in my arms.


“Okay, I see you aren’t really in the mood to chat, so let’s get down to business yeah?” Simon sighed uncrossing his legs and placing his hands on the table next to him. I crossed my arms over my chest waiting for him to continue. I could feel Louis looking around still, I know he wants to ask where Liam is but I’m glad he hasn’t. I don’t know what this man is capable of, but from the looks of my poor Niall he can mess people up. I’ve never seen Niall look so scared and sad before, it’s very frightening.


“Well you see my life hasn’t been so easy, I have had to do many things that I’m not all that proud of, and this is one of them. You see I was paid to kidnap Niall, I was paid by someone you know. They are jealous of you Zayn, they wanted to see you suffer. Do you know who I am talking about?” Simon asks a hint of a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. Who is he talking about? Why would anyone be jealous of me? I’ no one, all I am is the stupid kid who has leukemia. The kid who will never amount to anything because he is going to die someday. No one has any way for curing me no one knows how to help me. I have nothing anyone would want. Why would anyone want to be jealous of the cancer kid?


“Who?” I said quietly, it was very quiet I was shocked anyone besides me heard it. Simon laughed and stood up. I took a step back and watched as he went and stood next to Niall. Niall kept his eyes on the ground, but I could see him shaking.


“Harry, he is paying me to do this Zayn. I have to obey orders don’t I?” Simon says. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a knife. It all happened so fast, I didn’t have any time to process what Simon was doing. Simon pulled out a knife and turned to Niall. He brought his hand up and let it fall onto Niall. Niall had finally looked up once Simon told me it was Harry who was paying him. I heard a small scream then saw the red liquid. It was everywhere Simon pulled out the knife from Niall’s chest and ran.


“No!!” I screamed running up to Niall and pushing my hand over his wound. He cant die! He has to make it! I put pressure on his wound as hard as I could. I turned to look for Louis, he was standing there in shock. He was frozen to the spot.


“Louis!! You need to call the police! We need an ambulance, and a real one this time!” I yelled back at him. Luckily he had become unfrozen when I yelled his name. Louis nodded and pulled out his phone. I turned back to Niall who had small tears falling from his eyes.


“Z-Zayn, I-it H-hurts” He says shakily, No, he’s in pain that’s the last thing I want him to be feeling.


“I know baby, I know it hurts. Just focus on breathing, Louis is calling an ambulance for us. They will be here soon. Just stay with me baby. I love you Niall” I say holding him close while keeping pressure on the wound. I could feel the blood soaking through his shirt and dripping down my arm. I knew he didn’t have long until he died from loss of blood. Louis came up behind me and spoke.


“They are on their way. Hang in their Niall” Louis says pushing his hand onto mine to help me hold pressure on the wound. I gave him a weak smile letting him know how thankful I am to have him here with me. I guess I need to cross him off the hate list. He’s not as bad as I thought he was, this could be the start of a good friendship.




“Baby, I really wish you would say yes” Zayn says rubbing my cheek with his thumb. I try to hide the blush that is creeping up on my neck. I fail at hiding anything. Zayn chuckles and pulls me up onto him. I straddle him and look down into his caramel colored eyes. I don’t think I will ever get tired of seeing those eyes. I love Zayn with all my heart. I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost him.


“Baby? If you can hear me please wake up” Zayn says, but why would he say that? He can see I’m awake? I’m sitting on top of him, I’m pretty sure my eyes are open and looking right at him. I open my mouth to say something but Zayn cuts me off.


“I don’t know if you can hear me Niall, but I want you to know I love you. I can’t even think about losing you baby. I would miss you so much. Please wake up, the doctors need you to wake up, I need you to wake up baby.” Zayn says but then when I look down at him he seems fuzzy. His form starts to denigrate, first he gets blurry then he starts to disappear. I try to grab ahold of him, but my hands go right through him almost like he isn’t even there. Then he is gone. I am sitting on the grass with no one there. Suddenly I can’t breathe, my lungs start to close up I can feel them tightening. I gasp for air, but none comes. I start to wheeze with every failed attempt at breath. I shut my eyes and wait for death to come.


“Niall?” Zayn’s husky voice questions. When did he get back? I thought he disappeared in the meadow? I opened my eyes and I looked around. Zayn was sitting in a plastic chair next to me holding my hand tightly. I turned my head but the mask connected to something in my neck stopped me midway.


“Shh, baby don’t move, you have tubes in your throat and lungs. You can’t move too much. You can’t talk either babe” He said with a sad look in his eyes. How am I supposed to tell him I’m okay and that I love him? I nodded my head slowly but felt a sharp pain in my neck from the movement. Zayn squeezed my hand, then there was a knock at the door.

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