Twisted (Sequel to Without You)

SEQUEL to Without You! Zayn Malik was just getting back on his feet, he was just accepting the fate that had happened to him and the one he loved Niall Horan. He had moved on, yes it was with a bad person, but he didn't see it like that. He wasn't ready for the news that escaped his new lovers lips, he wasn't ready for the news that would change everything.


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1. Prologue

[A/N Here it is! The sequel! thank to Niallers_Sweetie I am posting it now haha :) ]

Prologue

-Zayn’s POV-

 

I never thought I would make it. I never thought I would have spent the last 5 years of my life not moping around wishing I was dead. I know I should be, I have days when I feel like a bad person for not wishing to be dead like Niall. I shouldn’t have moved on so quickly, It was bad of me. I know I shouldn’t have moved on with the man I moved on with either. Louis and Liam wouldn’t talk to me for a year once they found out what had happened. I can remember it like it was yesterday.

 

 “Harry?” I say in shock. What was he doing here? I thought he was put in prison? He shouldn’t even be here. He is the reason all of us are here. He is the reason Niall is having a funeral right now. I glared at the boy walking towards me. He looks sad and upset. Good.

 

 

 

“Hi Zayn…” He says looking down at his white converse. He was wearing a blue blazer with a white T-shirt and jeans that looked as if they were painted on his body. I crossed my arms over my chest, I hate this man. I hate him with all my heart.

 

 

 

“Why are you here” I spit not wanting him to be here anymore.  I debate if I should just turn around and pretend I didn’t see him. I really wanted to, but for some stupid reason I felt I had to talk to him.

 

 

 

“I came to apologize, and to pay my respects.” He says looking up at me, his curls bouncing. My heart throbbed, I could see the pain and suffering he was having. But I had to know how he was even here. He was supposed to be in prison.

 

 

 

“No, how are you here. You were in prison last time I checked” I say back. He walks closer so he is facing me dead on. I feel the need to take a step back, but I hold my ground.

 

 

 

“I have a friend, he bailed me out. I am really sorry Zayn. I know I fucked up, I know you are still going to hate me, but I really miss being your friend. I miss you Zayn, I miss you a lot.” He pleads, my heart tugs at him. He has been my friend forever, it’s hard to just drop a friend. I know I should hate him, I know it’s what’s right since he killed my boyfriend, the love of my life. But I just can’t something about him makes me forgive him. Something about him makes me feel sorry for him and makes me pull him into a hug.

 

 

 

“I don’t know why, but I forgive you Hazza.” I say pulling him into a hug. He hugs me back, I can feel him shaking from crying. When he pulls away his eyes are red and puffy, I wipe away his tear with my finger and he smiles.

 

 

 

“Thank you Zayn. Thank you for forgiving me” He says. I smile at him and we walk to my car. We have many things to talk about.

 

 

 

After that day Harry and I started hanging out more, when Louis found out he almost killed Harry and I. Liam was just as upset and would refuse to come over if Harry was there. I wasn’t expecting to move on, I wasn’t expecting any of this. After about 6 months after Niall’s funeral Harry asked me out. He had been making it up to me for killing Niall. I have to admit it was nice, he was pretty much my own personal butler. I was shocked when he asked me out, I knew he liked me but I didn’t know he would actually do anything about it. He had taken me to the park with him, we both had gone by the playground and went to a bench. He had looked nervous the whole time we were there. I thought it was just because he was going to a job interview later, but damn was I wrong. Harry asked me and even though I had told myself I wouldn’t move on from Niall, I found myself telling him yes. We have been inseparable ever since. When we broke the news to Louis and Liam, they were beyond pissed. Louis had just started talking to me again, so when he stopped talking to me once again I was saddened. I had debated breaking up with Harry to stay friends with Louis, but I told myself I shouldn’t choose a friend I haven’t had very long, over Harry.  I knew I had made the right decision. Up until right now that is, five years later, here I am with Harry at my house. He has moved in, he is now just telling me news I think I should have known for a long time now. Harry had decided we should have a small party tonight, but since its Monday night no one would come over. He thought we should throw a party anyways, so he got beyond wasted. I was watching him slur over his words as he gulped down another glass of beer.

 

“So then I shoved the shoe in the neighbor’s yard, and they thought my friend Andy had done it!” He says laughing at his not so funny story. I faked a laugh and walked to the bedroom, I heard Harry following me bumping into everything possible.

 

“I killed Niall” He slurs. I turn to him and glare at him. I really was hoping even in his drunken state he wouldn’t bring this up.

 

“Yes, I know.” I snap back trying to get him away from this topic as quickly as possible.

 

“I know you know. But you don’t know the whole thing” He states, suddenly sounding more sober than he should. I raise my eyebrow at him in a questioning way. He shrugs and goes to sit on the bed. I sit next to him pulling the covers over me. He does the same and turns on his side to face me.

 

“What do you mean?” I say suddenly curious of what he is going to say. He sighs and turns onto his back looking up at the ceiling. I watch his face contort into confusion, pain and sorrow.

 

“He paid me to kill him…” He admits. Shock runs through me. What did he mean? He was drunk… maybe he was lying. I looked over to ask him, but he was fast asleep, soft snore escaping his lips. Did he really get paid to kill Niall?

 

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