(Zayns pov)
"As I walk down to the vending machine , I get to thinking. Why does he do it ? Why does he have to chase danger ? Why doesn't he just see how much we care about him? I really care about Harry. He's like a brother to me. Even though we've only known each other for a couple months , i've learned to rely on him so much. I've told him about my entire childhood. From the happy days my mom would take me for ice cream , to the day i found their suicide note..along with their bodies. I told him about the torture my dad put me through. He told me about his childhood , and it made me feel safe. Like i wasn't alone. He obviously had it worse , but he told me not to think about it like that. He taught me so much. So why does he continue to want to die ? Today was one of the worst days of my life. Seeing him like that. Before i could even think about it , i broke down. I crawled over the set against the in the hallway. Since it was the middle of the night , not many workers were walking by. I just needed to cry. I could never be the person Niall could rely on. We needed Harry. I just wish he understood that."
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Sparks
FanfictionA story of adventure, confusion, depression, shock, sadness, regret, excitement?, and a bit of love to add to the bunch. An entire book written over snapchat.
