Wazup! This is another one shot of mine! Hope you enjoy reading it!
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It had been a week since Harry had spoken with Zayn.

One whole week.

It was bothering Zayn so much that he kept wondering what he had done wrong. What did he do?

He was thinking hard on the sofa in their flat, with a drink in hand and a cigaret in the other, when Zayn heard a harsh knock on the door.

He got up and answered the door and to his surprise, it was Harry.

"Harry!" was all Zayn could mutter as Harry pushed him aside.

When Zayn sees Harry grab all of is things from the closet, he was so puzzled. What was going on?

"Harry, whats going on babe?" Zayn asked with a little crack in his voice, hesitant to what Harry would say because he knew exactly what was going on.

"I'm breaking up with you." Harry says straight up.

"W-why?" Zayn stuttered.

"I'm not happy with us anymore. I'm not happy anymore Zayn." Harry said avoiding eye contact with Zayn.

Zayn was speechless. What was happening? He couldn't wrap his head around what he just heard. Losing Harry meant losing his life. Harry was his everything. His world!

"Well, i best be off Zayn good-" Zayn grabbed Harrys hand before he reached the door.

"Wait!" Zayn calls out and that's when time stops.

For a split second Zayn thinks, what will he say? What should he say? What could he say? What could make Harry come back? What could change his mind?

He takes a flash back to all the moments they had together. All those sweet moments they shared.

The day in the park where Zayn proposed to Harry to be his boyfriend.

Their first date at a fancy restaurant.

The sweet little talks they had before bed.

Their cuddles in the couch.

Their movie marathons.

The sweet kisses they had together.

They could all be gone in a blink of an eye.

But Zayn knew that he could not let go of Harry.

Harry was his life, his voice, his reason to be his love. His heart was breaking for that moment in time that he could find the words to say. Before Harry would leave him today.

Zayn was reminded of that one moment in particular where Harry just shut the door and threw his keys aside. He remembered how broken they were. How broken they are now. Oh how he wished it could all be changed somehow. That night was so dark. The saddest moment Zayn remembered.

His mind was racing. The split second was ending quick. He tried to say the right words. He tried to speak. But he just couldn't! Tears rush out of the edge of his eyes. His throat burns from the alcohol mixed with all the pain in him. It's so hard to speak.

And alas, that split second was over. He had his chance but he lost it. He was too late.

Harry retrieves his hand and without another sound from the pair, he left. Left without another word. Without any more goodbyes. No more. Nothing was left. Nothing.

Zayn was still frozen is his spot. He was lost. Lost in thought. Lost in his own thoughts. What was his life for? Now that Harry was gone? What was left for him to live for?

Harry was his light in the darkness. His candle. Without Harry, Zayn was blind. Lost in the world of pain and sorrow. Harry was his joy. His light. Zayn was the moon and Harry was his sun. Zayn only reflected the happiness Harry gave to him. Without his sun, he was nothing. He was, nothing.

His thoughts quickened. Everything was racing in him. Heartbeat racing faster than it should. More memories flashed into his head. More and more of Harry. All their moments together. Harry's smile, his laugh.

They were playing together. They were enjoying every second that they were in. It was the best moment with Harry. They ran and ran all around. Together in the rain. They didn't care about the world. They were happy. They were free. They were in love. But it's all lost now. Nothing was left.

Zayn couldn't take it anymore! He was totally and utterly nothing without Harry. It's like Harry was gravity and Zayn was the world. Everything was lost without Harry. Everything crashed down.

He had to end it all!

Once and for all.

He took slow steady steps to the counter. He carefully snatched the knife from the cup board. He traced the blade. Oh how sharp it was. Cut right through his skin.

His mind was racing. Did he really want to end his life? Was this really his time? Was this it?

And then it all stopped.

Zayn was tired of his thinking. He was so tired of, everything!

He ended it. He really ended it all.

He took the knife and sliced himself across the waist. Around his wrist on his neck. He sliced bits everywhere.

And the knife fell. Zayn slumped down to the floor. Feeling the last moments of his life. Breathing the last of his breath. Thinking the last thoughts he will ever think of.

His feet felt numb. In fact, his whole body did. His life was fading away slowly. And all he could think of was Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry.

His blood was all drained out, nobody knew, nobody cared.

"I love you Ha-" were all that Zayn had said before darkness had taken over him.

Indeed Zayn loved Harry. Very much.

But all that was left were the moments they shared. All left within them.

Where ever Zayn was. And wherever Harry was, the moments they shared were always in their heart. Alive and happily present in their hearts.

Forever.

And Always.
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Okay! I know that was sooo sad! I literally cried while making this.

Well, hope you all liked this one!

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And if i get enough Votes and Comments then i might just recreate this or even make it a whole book!

So better Vote and Comment if you wanna see that!

Loves,
Gayle xxxo