Mia's POV:

From: Mia Clarke

How did you know?

From: Zayn Malik

Know what?

From: Mia Clarke

About me talking with Harry.

I bite on my nails cautiously as I wait for him to reply.

From: Zayn Malik

I went to your house and saw you weren't there, asked your mom and she told me you were out meeting Harry. I remembered you two weren't on the greatest of terms so I put two and two together.

From: Mia Clarke

Oh...

Sighing, I take a bite of soup and wrap my blanket around my body tighter.

From: Zayn Malik

So how did it go? Did he forgive you? Is he back to trying to get with you?

From: Mia Clarke

It went good. He did forgive me and all is well. And if he is, it doesn't matter.

While I wait for Zayn to reply, I look up the messages, hoping to figure out what language their speaking. To my luck, I figured out it is Latin. But out of everything, why Latin?

From: Thomas

Quid per eam venire?-How's it coming along?

From: Zayn

Sic tantum bonum-So far, so good

From: Thomas

Et tu fecisti eam?-Have you done it yet?

From: Zayn

Non autem primum-No, but soon...

What the hell are they even talking about? So many possibilites, but none I know for sure.

Quite overwhelmed by it all, and my energy draining, I decide to close my eyes for a quick nap.

Deep uneven breathing fills my ears and all I can see is a blurred figure above me. My vision regains and I see
Zayn lower himself down and kiss my neck.

"Prove you want me..." My breathing turns heavy and he smiles genuinely, interlocking our fingers.

"I love you."

It was finally October and the school gave us a week off due to all of the deaths. So during this time, Zayn and I grabbed a bunch of horror movies and have decided to binge watch them to get into the spirit.

And during this time, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. Fractures of the dream I had last night still haunt my thoughts, and I can't help but think that maybe it will happen. It's a bit far-fetched, but why else would I dream it? Or maybe I want it to happen.

Zayn looks over at me, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, not at all." I smile, looking away.

"What're you thinking about?"

"You." My mouth runs before my mind can comprehend it.

"What about me?" He asks, a large smile finding its way onto his lips.

"Just the fact you mean a whole lot to me."

Later that night after Zayn leaves, I head into town to get some food. My plan was to get some for Harry and I and then head over to his house. After ordering some chinese, I head out onto the sidewalk and head towards Harry's.

"Mia!" A voice calls after me, and I turn to see Officer Christiansen.

I slow down and wait for him to catch up. "Hello, officer."

"Where you heading?" He asks, smiling brightly.

"Oh, just over to my friends." I laugh, holding up the food to emphasize.

"I see, I'm sorry to bother you. I just have a few questions."

"Ask away." I reply, making him laugh.

"I just wanted to know how you are...what you've gone through is not easy."

"I'm doing well."

"Really? That's good." He takes a deep breath, and smiles once again. I can't help the smile forming, and he goes on. "I'm very sorry to bother you, I'll be leaving now."

"It was nice talking, Officer Christiansen."

He licks his lips, "Call me Daniel, Officer makes me feel old."

"Will do, Daniel."

When I arrive at Harry's, he beyond surprised. But he still lets me in and at the moment we're sitting at his table, eating our food. "Mia, I need to tell you something."

I'm about to reply, but instead my phone cuts us off. Confusion hits me when I realize it's Zayn. "I'm sorry, but I need to take this."

"No, it's fine." Harry smiles, focusing his eyes on his food.

"Hello, Zayn?" I answer, worry hitting me hard as I hear his ragged breaths.

"M-Mia..." I hear sobs escape him. "I-I don't know what to do...she's on the, an-and she's not breathing!"

"Zayn, please calm down." I tell him sternly, he does what I say. "Now tell me again."

"I went to go and check on my aunt a-and she's on the ground and not breathing...I-I don't know what to do...my mind just seemed to stop working."

"Call the police, now." I hurrily grab my things and start heading towards Harry's front door. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

I hang up and look at Harry with regret in my eyes. "I'm really sorry, but something just happened with Zayn's aunt...he really needs me."

Harry stands up and opens the door for me, "Don't worry about it."

"I'll make it up to you!" I yell to him as I jump into my car.

I pull up to Zayn's house as fast as I can, and my heart sinks. Zayn sits on the top step near his front door as tears fall down his cheeks. He watches mortified as the paramedics put her body in the ambulance, a white sheet over her.

I run as fast as I can up to Zayn, and he stands up when he sees me running towards him. As soon as I get close to him, I throw my arms around him and he does the same to me.  Nobody else seems to matter as Zayn's broke voice speaks, "Please never let me go."

Tears find their way into my eyes, "Wouldn't dream of it."

"It's my fault, you know..." His voice cracks and my heart breaks.

"Don't say that!"

"I just...I just went out to get some air..." He hugs me tighter then before. "I go back to check on her and she wasn't b-breathing! I tried to save her. But then I thought...if I didn't go outside...she'd probably still be here."

Instead of replying, I grab his hand. "Let's go to my house."

My parents watch with wide eyes as I send Zayn upstairs. "What happened?"

"His aunt passed away, mom..."

Her hand flies to her mouth and my dad grabs her waist. "That poor boy..."

"Is it okay if he stays the night? I don't want him to stay there alone." I ask, rubbing my arms soothlingly.

"Of course."

I head upstairs and push open my door only to see Zayn laying on my bed, his arms wrapped around my pillow. "I think you like that pillow more then me."

A sad laugh erupts through his lips and he shakes his head. "You're a close second."

I grin and jump into my bed near him. He turns his face towards the wall and I press my body against his backside, wrapping my small arms around his body as he lets the sadness pour out of him.

When I wake up, I'm surprised to see Zayn already up and ready. "I want to go for a walk in town."

Although tired, I smile. "Anything for you."

Zayn and I walk hand in hand through town as the cold wind hits us. Many eyes follow us and I know what they're thinking.

"Look at that." I point the dark clouds rolling in to him, hoping to lift his mood.

He doesn't reply, just smiles at me.

We continue to head down the street when we are stopped by some cops; one of them happens to be Daniel.

"Hello, Mr. Malik." One cop acknowledges, nodding his head.

"Hi, officer." Zayn murmurs, not really in the mood.

"Hello, Ms. Clarke." Daniel says to me, smiling slightly.

"Hi." I say to him, smiling.

After they are done sharing their sorry's, they leave us alone and we start walking again. "The woods?"

"Of course."

We head towards the woods and I look at the sky and notice the storm almost right above us. After we are a good
distance away from the streets, I ask Zayn how he's doing.

"Horrible." He tells me, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry."

"I know." Silence overtakes our conversation, but soon after Zayn starts talking again. "Why would He do that?"

"Who?" I ask, confused.

"God. Why would God take people away from us? It's not fair." Zayn asks, his breathing turning heavy.

"I agree, it isn't fair."

"It seems to me God hates me. Remember the kid I told you about? The reason I lied to the cops?" I nod, listening closely. "He died too. A drug trade gone wrong. First my aunt and now him. How is this fair?"

"God doesn't hate you..." I try to reassure Zayn.

"Even if he did, it doesn't matter." His face goes stone hard. "Because I hate him too."

My whole body goes still as he stops talking for a minute, but I see all the pain he has endured begging to be let out. And he does let it.

My eyes scrunch closed as he let's out a heart-broken scream.

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I FEEL SO BAD FOR MY BABY BOY!!!!
BUT WHO ELSE IS GETTING THE FEELS BETWEEN THEM? I AM, HIGHKEY.

AND I HAD TO MAKE OFFICER CHRISTIANSEN DAVE FRANCO CAUSE I FUCKING LOVE HIM.

SUE ME.