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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20. Wooden Horse

[A/N hey guys don't hate me but this is the last chapter. I just decided it sorry I didn't warn you.]

-Harry’s POV-

The crash startled me and I ran back into the living room where I had left Louis and Liam. I nearly burst into laughter when I saw what had happened. I know it wasn’t funny, at all, but I couldn’t help the smile on my lips.

“Well he sure didn’t see that one coming.” I laughed looking down at Simon who was passed out on the floor. Louis was holding an antic looking wooden horse that I hadn’t even noticed was in the living room until now.  I watched as Louis rolled his eyes and lowered his weapon of choice and backed up into Liam’s arms.

“He just barged in through the window and went after Liam so I grabbed the closest thing to me. Which just so happened to be Liam’s nana’s horse statue.” Louis explained. I nodded and bent down to get a closer look at Simon. He was out cold. I had to hand it to Louis, he’s got an arm. Liam had wrapped his arms around Louis and he was holding him tightly. They looked cute together. I feel bad that they had to be pulled into this mess. I wish I could take them out of it. I sighed and stood up reaching into my pocket for my phone. I needed to call Deja and then the police. As I called both of them Louis and Liam sat back down and cuddled. I smiled at them as I told the police where the house was.

About 15 minutes later the house was swarming with police all wearing the same blue uniform. They hauled Simon out and shoved him into the back of their car once a medic said he would be fine in about an hour or so. Louis walked up to me once all the police were gone he had a small smile on his lips.

“Thank you Haz, you changed and I’m glad. I think we should go visit Niall and Zayn. They should be releasing Nialler soon.” Louis said. I nodded and went to get my coat before we left to see our friends. Well I hope I can call them my friends. I still don’t know if they are going to take me back as a friend or not. I gulped, I just hope Zayn isn’t pissed at me. I hope Deja could talk to him enough for him to believe that I wanted to help the, now. Now that I have seen Simons true colors.

“Everything’s going to be fine Harry. I know Zayn is going to forgive you, you two were best friends.” Liam says when he notices I’ve been staring off into space to long. Somehow I had walked myself to his car and we were already driving down the road to the hospital. I nodded at Liam and tried to calm myself. I was so nervous about seeing them, I just get this feeling that Zayn isn’t going to be happy to see me at all. I looked at my phone and noticed I had a text from Deja.

From Deja:

Simon was taken in and he admitted to the crimes. He gets no trial, has 60 years in prison.

I didn’t respond. I was glad that Simon was gone, that’s something good I can tell Niall and Zayn when we get there. I just hope he gives me enough time to explain myself. I watch as Liam pulls into the hospital parking lot. I push back any negative thoughts about showing up here and jump out of the car once Liam had pulled into a parking spot. We make our way up to the building and walk into the cool lobby. Flashes of the few times I visited Zayn in the Cancer ward cross my mind. Those were the days when nothing was complicated, when I didn’t make such terrible decisions. I mentally slap myself and follow Liam and Louis over to the maternity ward.

“Hi were here to see a Horan.” Liam asks. The woman behind the desk who has overly done makeup and her blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail eyes us all before typing something into her computer and looking back up.

“Room 321. Down the hall and to the left.” She says sounding un-amused by us. We all mumble thank you to her before we follow her instructions. The knot that has been building in the pit of my stomach tightens the closer we get to the room. I gulp when we are standing right in front of it. Louis looks at me and gives me a small smile before nodding towards the door for me to go in.

“Go in first and tell him everything. Also apologize, that wouldn’t hurt you either.” Louis chuckles. I smile and nod taking a deep breath before walking into the room. I pushed open the big white door and stepped into the equally white room. The lights were dimmed but when I looked over at the small hospital bed, both Zayn and Niall were sitting together. Niall was in Zayn’s arms and they were both holding onto Niall’s very large baby bump. Zayn looked up first. He didn’t look mad I was here, but he didn’t look happy either. I would say he looked emotionless. Niall looked up next and fear crossed his eyes, Zayn must have noticed because he kissed Niall’s temple before speaking softly to him.

“He helped us Ni, I don’t think he’s bad anymore.” I heard him whisper. I bit my lip, Zayn looked back up to me and I nodded.

“Yeah, I have good news too…” I trail off finally finding my voice to speak to them. They both watch me with weary eyes. I sigh and scratch the back of my neck, they still don’t trust me.

“Simon came after me, he went to Liam’s house and when he broke in Louis hit him over the head with this statue thing. I called the cops and now he’s off to prison. I got the text from Deja saying he doesn’t get a trial he pleaded guilty.” I rush. I watch as both of Niall and Zayn’s eyes bulge out of their heads from my news. I give them a small smile and nod.

“Wow, uh thanks.” Zayn speaks. I lick my lips and nod slowly. This whole thing is still very awkward. Niall looks back down at his stomach and he almost has a sad expression.

“I also wanted to come and tell both of you, especially Niall, how sorry I am. I was a dick and I know it. I’m so sorry.” I apologize. Zayn’s face hardens and Niall keeps looking down at his stomach. Guilt builds up inside me.

“You’re not fully forgiven, but since you helped put Simon behind bars I can’t hate you.” Niall says softly. Zayn looks at him in shock. I find myself nodding like an insane person.

“I guess me too.” Zayn admits not looking up at me. Well at least they don’t hate me, that’s a plus.

“Uh, so when’s the baby due?” I ask, trying to make small talk. They both stiffen and Zayn looks like he is about to cry. What did I say? Shit.

-Zayn’s POV-

I had expected for Harry to come to us crying, begging us for forgiveness. But he came to us looking nervous and very scared. I felt a little sorry for the boy. When he asked us about the baby I know he saw the sad looks in both Niall and I’s faces. I didn’t want to say anything but I couldn’t just leave Harry hanging like that.

“Niall is having a C-section very soon.”  I mumble. Harry gasps and looks to Niall. I know he is trying to piece together how Niall could already be due, but he couldn’t.

“It’s a long story.” I admit. Harry just nods and gives us a sad look. Somehow I know he knows that there’s some risk when having this surgery. He stays quiet for a moment trying to think of the right thing to say. When he hasn’t said anything for a few minutes I look up but everything splits. It’s like I’m looking but I can see everything in a new way. I try to focus on Harry but he is now two people. I can’t think straight. I shake my head trying to right my vision but nothing seems to work.

“Zayn?” I hear Niall ask. But I can’t seem to move my head to look at him. I feel the room spinning around me. Things are flashing, I see bright lights that are clouding my vision. Suddenly I’m seeing my past replaying right in front of me.

The room becomes silent and starts feeling awkward. Should I talk to him? I don't even have to think twice about speaking because he speaks first.

"What brings you here?" He says in a sexy Irish voice. I have to admit I've always had a thing for Irish boys. Just the way their accents are make me melt at the knees. I realize I haven't answered the boy yet and feeling slightly embarrassed at my zoning out I manage to speak to him.

"I have leukemia" I say plainly. He doesn't look at me the same way everyone else does. My friends and family all look at me like I could die tomorrow. Which in all actuality I could, but why should I think about that? It really brings me down when I see them. I have been hiding from them since my chemo started. They used to bring me flowers and they started treating me different. I just couldn't take it, I haven't seen them in a long time. The only friend I allow myself to see is Harry, He is my curly haired best friend since first grade. I love the boy, he's always been there for me and even when I told him I had cancer he didn't start treating me different like everyone else did. I felt my phone vibrate and I pull it out of my pocket, its a text from Harry saying he was coming to visit me today. I answer with a quick 'okay' and put my phone back.

"How long have you been in here?" The sweet irish voice spoke again.

"It's been 6 months’ total, but only 3 months of chemo." I say staring into his big blue eyes. They are so cute.

"Oh, I'm Niall by the way" He says sweetly smiling at me. I smile back and realize he doesn't know my name.

"I'm Zayn" I say plainly, he nods and pulls out a laptop

I blink away trying to force the memory of the first time we met out of my mind. My vision was still split and messed up. I felt an arm grabbing at me but I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even speak,

“Zayn! Zayn! Someone get a nurse!” Niall screamed. His accent growing thicker with worry. More white lights and I’m forced into another memory but this time it’s like I’m Niall.

"YOU GOT THE PRESIDENTIAL SUITE!?!?!?!?!" I yell at Zayn while running around the huge room just taking in everything. I turn and look at Zayn who is just standing there watching me with a large smirk on his face. I laugh and walk around the large room some more. The room is about the size of 3 average bedrooms. There is a small part filled with 3 couches with a flat screen TV on the wall. Then there is a small kitchen area that has a bar with bar stools, it has a giant king size bed as well. All the walls are covered in art, mainly half naked people. which is actually pretty awkward to stare at but whatever.

"What are you smirking at Zayn?" I ask realizing he is still staring at me with the same expression on his face.

"Just like watching your expressions when you're surprised and happy" He says coolly. I sigh and jump onto the bed landing on my back. The bed is so soft and comfortable. I close my eyes and think about how I'm finally here with Zayn. I feel the bed move and when I open my eyes, big brown eyes are above me.

"Well hey there" I flirt and wrap my arms around his waist. 

"How do you like it babe?" Zayn's smooth voice purrs at me. I can't help myself I stretch my neck up and kiss him hard on the lips. His lips are so smooth and welcoming, he kisses me back instantly and are lips are moving in sync. I run my tongue across his bottom wanting entrance, he gives it to me immediately. I shove my tongue in his mouth and explore everywhere. We fight for dominance until I just give up and give it to him. He runs his hands down my sides and then up my shirt. I shiver at his touches. I feel him smiling into our kiss when I shiver, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I can feel his hips on mine, I pull back my lips for some air. We are both breathing hard and Zayn untangles himself from me and we lay there just breathing heavily staring at each other. 

The first day in Paris. It was like I was living it through Niall. I gasped and threw my head back finally gaining some motion. Then everything went black and I was back in an all to familiar hospital room looking down at the love of my life.

“What are you doing?” He asks his voice sounding like he smokes six packs of cigarettes a day. I looked into his eyes and leaned down to kiss him. Little did I know, this would be the last time I got to do this.

“I’m memorizing every last inch of you baby” I say, my voice cracking at the end. Niall looked at me with a puzzled look. He must have gave up and just nodded and looked back to the TV. His hand felt so weak in mine, I gripped it tightly fighting back the tears. I didn’t want him to see how much it hurt me to see him like this.

“I love you Niall Horan. Forever” I say kissing the top of his hand lightly he turns to me and smiles.

“I love you two Zayn” He coughs out. He starts to have a rough coughing fit. He stops coughing after a few minutes and turns back to me. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but then his eyes glaze over. His hand goes limp in mine and his heart monitor flat lines.

“No! No! No! Niall baby wake up! Please baby! Please Niall I need you to wake up for me baby! I love you I need you!” I scream, my screaming caused a nurse to come running in and she sees Niall and pulls me away.

Everything went black. I couldn’t see anything. I felt something poking into my arms. I tried to flinch away from it but I was unable to move. I felt something in my throat. I began to cough trying to get it out. But it didn’t move. I continued to cough. I heard feet shuffling and someone gasp.

“He’s waking up! Get the doctor!” Someone said. That’s weird it sounds like Louis. I squeeze my eyes shut then try to open them but they don’t budge. I felt someone by my bed, a large hand griped mine. Suddenly I felt like someone was choking me. I began coughing and hacking loudly as something slithered up and out of my throat. I forced my eyes open and finally succeeded. I looked around. I was in a hospital.

“Sir, do you know who you are?” A woman in nurse scrubs says to me calmly. I nod and swallow wincing at the burn. She reaches next to her and hands me a small glass of water.

“Sip slowly.” She soothes. I comply and nearly moan at the feeling of the cool water over my rough throat. Louis is standing next to me with his hand in mine.

“Where’s Niall?” I croak once I finish off my water. Louis’ face falls. He sighs and shakes his head.

“You really don’t remember?” He asks. I scrunch my head, what’s he talking about? Niall is about to go into surgery. He is about to have my baby.

“Zayn, Niall died 5 years ago. You have been in a coma for 5 years.” Louis says. Everything crashes around me. No. This can’t be. I start shaking my head violently.

“No! No no no no no!!!! I scream. I thrash around trying to get out of this bed but I can’t. Both Louis and the nurse pin me down. A second nurse comes into the room with a needle. I feel a tight pinch then I can’t move. Everything fuzzes and I sleep.

[A/N and that's it... no there wont be a third book, obviously. Sorry if you hate the ending but I have been planning this ending for quite some time. I like the idea, some may not. Please don't comment hateful things if you do not like the ending. Thank you so much for reading my story. ALSO Please check out some of my others! thanks again I love you all! ]

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