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.


5. Coffee

-Zayn's POV-




Everything seemed to be swirling. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. This had to have been some kind of sick joke someone was playing on me. Niall is dead. He died years ago, I was there when it happened. He couldn't be alive. Thoughts of Niall were swirling through my head like a tornado. Images of when I first met him, how he looked sitting on the bed getting his chemo. Images of his face on our first date, how he looked so happy to be on a date. His face when I told him of the trip to Paris we were going to be taking. The first night in Paris, the way his face lit up when I took him to the too of the top of the Eiffel Tower. The look on his face was beautiful. He looked so happy. Images of what we did on the Eiffel Tower flooded my mind. I felt my eyes grow wet with tears. This was all to much for me to handle. I started seeing black spots in my vision. I felt someone next to me grab my arm. I turned to see Harry staring at me with concern across his face.




"Zayn? Honey what's wrong?" He asks. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I feel the phone I had in my hand slip from my fingers and fall to the ground. Harry pulls me into a hug and squeezes me tightly. I stand there limp not hugging him back. He kisses my forehead and looks into my eyes.




"Baby you need to tell me what's wrong. I can't help you if I don't know what is bothering you." He says sweetly. I open my mouth and shut it unable to speak. I swallow thickly and feel the tears stream down my face.




"H-he's a-alive" I stutter out. Harry's brow furrows. He must be confused. I take a deep breath and get ready to tell him what I just heard.




"That was Dr. Higgins... He.. He found... He found Niall. N-Niall's alive.." I manage to say. Harry's eyes widen with fear. Why is he scared? He releases my arms and backs away. He keeps shaking his head, he walks backwards into the wall, bumping into it.




"Harry? What's wrong?" I ask concerned about how he is acting. Harry seems to be frozen. I grab his chin and try to make him focus again.




"I'm sorry" Harry whispers. I furrow my eyebrow and give him a confused look. Why is he sorry? Did he know Niall was alive? He couldn't have, he wouldn't have let me believe he was dead. That just couldn't happen. He wouldn't do that to me.




"What?" I ask trying to get Harry to focus still. He kept staring off into space. His eyes were glazing slightly. I don't think this is healthy for anyone.




"Harry did you know?" I ask biting my lip. I really hope he didn't. If he did I don't know what I would do. I don't know if I could look at him the same way ever again.




"No. Do you need to leave? I heard you say you need to go." He says flatly. He blinks a few times and shakes his head. He looks stern and slightly upset. I don't know what's wrong with him.




"Um, yeah. Paul needs us to come down to the hospital. I have one last test to do anyways." I say trying to sound nonchalant about it. I have this feeling he is freaking out on the inside that's why he is being so snappy on the outside. Harry nods and pushes past me to grab his jacket. I gulp and grab mine as well following him out to the car. Harry walks to his BMW and roughly pulls open the door. I bite my bottom lip and quickly slip into the car. I'm a little scared of this side of Harry. I've never seen him act like this before. It's scaring me. We drive in silence to the hospital. I can't think of anything to talk about. I'm worried anything I bring up will just piss him off more. That's the last thing I need right now. We pulled into the driveway of the hospital. Harry didn't pull into a parking spot, instead he drove up to the front and pulled over.




"Get out. I'll come get you in an hour." He demands. I nod and hurry out of the car. What did I do? Why is he so pissed off? I shut the door, right as I shut the door Harry pulls away. He pulls away so fast the tires make a screeching noise. I jump away from the rapidly moving vehicle. I watch as he pulls away speeding way over the limit. I sigh and rush into the familiar hospital. They changed the nurse at the front desk. She's not as nice as the old one. She doesn't greet anyone, just glares. I haven't even gotten to know her name. I walk to Paul's private office, normally people aren't allowed to do so but I have special privileges in this hospital. I walk into the office. I knock on the door taking a deep breath as I did.




"Come in." Paul's deep voice speaks from the other side. I bite my lip and slowly open the door. Sitting in the chair on the other side of Paul and his desk is none other than Niall Horan. He has dark brown hair, he hasn't dyed it like he usually does. It's style up in a short quiff, he is wearing sweats and a blue polo. He looks exactly how I remember him. I feel my eyes well up with tears. How is he siting here in front of me? I thought he had died.




-Harry's POV-




I had to get away. I couldn't be there to see Zayn realize what's going on. He trusted me, he trusted me with everything. I now have broke that trust because fucking Niall decided to show up again! I thought he told me he would never come back? He told me he was leaving forever to get away from everyone he cared about. He didn't want to be around people he cared about, he thought if he left the people would just forget him. He wanted to reduce the amount of hearts he breaks. He knows that when he dies people are going to be hurt. He didn't want to hurt anyone, especially Zayn. Niall had a good reason to leave, I agreed to help him fake his death. He planned it with me before they left to Paris. I didn't like the plan at first, I knew it would hurt Zayn. But Niall convinced me that Zayn would get over it. Which is true, Zayn did get over it. He got over the pain Niall put him through. But why did Niall come back? He wasn't supposed to. He was supposed to move away, far away. And continue his short rest of his life somewhere else. I drive away, I don't know where I am going. I just drive, eventually I come to a small coffee shop and decide to get out and think. I walked into the coffee shop and went to the counter. I read the menu and decided to order something.




"Hello, welcome to Guy's Coffee shop! I'm Guy how can I help you?" The young man asks. I chuckle, how could someone who looks so young own this coffee shop?




"Hi, um well I don't think you can help me with what I need, but I'd like to get an iced coffee." I say with a chuckle. Guy laughs with me and puts my order into the register. I don't know why I told him that. It kind of just slipped out.




"Alright. I'm going to make your order. You stay here and stay gorgeous" he flirts. I blush and look down. I pull out my phone and try to look busy. A few minutes later Guy comes back with my iced coffee.




"Here you go! Oh and here's your receipt." He says with a wink. I smile and thank him for the coffee. I go to the back of the coffee shop and sit down. I pull out my receipt and notice something at the bottom of the paper. I smile and look at Guy, he wrote his number at the bottom. I pull out my phone and save his number. Then I get an idea. Zayn is going to hate me after he figures everything out. Might as well live a little right? I open a new text




To Guy:


When are you off work? xx




I look off and watch Guy pull his phone out of his pocket. He looks up and smiles at me then back to his phone. He starts typing. I look back to my coffee and take a sip. It's very cold, just how I like it. My phone vibrates in my hand. I look down, it's from Guy.




From Guy:


In about 10. Wait for me? xxx




I smile and look up to see him watching me. I nod and smile bigger. He grins and tries I go back to work.








"Okay I'm off." Guy says walking up to me.  I smile and stand up. I don't know what I'm doing I'm just playing this all my ear.




"What do you want to do?" I ask. I hope he has some kind of idea.




"You said you had some issues earlier didn't you? How about we go somewhere and talk about it?" He offers. I smile and nod. I don't know what I'm doing. I just know my life is going to be shit once I get back to it. I need someone like Guy right now. Someone who doesn't know who I am and what I've done. I need him to help me feel alive again. That's why I agreed to go with him and get dinner. I followed him to his car and got inside. We drove to the restaurant. The whole time Guy wouldn't stop smiling. I got ready to explain everything. I just hope Guy is understanding.

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