Zayn and Y/N were walking down town of the streets in LA. Zayn was going to go on tour with One Direction tomorrow so he wanted to spend as much time as possible with you. You loved Zayn so much, his smile made you melt.
As you were on the road, you saw a few girls staring at you. Giving you glares like, "Who is that with Zayn?" and, "She doesn't deserve Zayn looks." You looked away but the girls started following you and Zayn. So you tell him to pick up the pace.
He starts speed walking trying to find and empty alley way that you to could hide out in. He turns around and sees more girls on one side of the alley way and another on one side. You had began to mentally panic.
You try to see if there is anyone that you could get out. But there was nothing, your breathing was getting erratic as the girls were getting closer to you and Zayn. He held your hand as tight as possible, he turns you around and gives you a light kiss indicating that everything was going to be alright.
"Hi girls, i'm sorry but me and Y/N need to get through, is it possible to let us through?" Zayn screamed over the screaming girls, squinting at the lights flashing, still holding your hand tightly. You feel your arm getting pulled, and the nervous sweat was making you slip out of his grip.
"Zayn!" You shout before getting pulled into the mob of One Direction obsessed girls. They threw you to the ground.
"Do you actually like Zayn? Or are you just using him for fame and money!" You hear someone ask.
"Did you force Zayn into a relationship with you?" Another girl asked. Questions were getting shot at you from everywhere.
"You don't deserve Zayn, he deserves better. You are just worthless and Zayn doesn't actually like you." A girl said. Tears began to form into your eyes.
"How does it feel to be known as the Zayn user?" A lady asked shoving a mic into your face hit you replied with by shoving it away from your face. You began to get up, but the girls pulled you down.
"Y/N?! Y/N?!" You hear someone say.
"Zayn? Zayn?!" You shout. You began to panic now. It felt as if you couldn't breath, that someone had just punched you in your gut. You couldn't find Zayn and he couldn't find you. You look around at all the fans surrounding you. And soon you feel a sharp pain in the side of your side.
Someone had kicked you. You whimpered and called out for Zayn again. "Zayn!" Your voice was hoarse from not using it in a while, like you had just woken up at 5 in the morning.
"Y/N!" You heard Zayn's voice booming through the people like thunder rolling in the clouds. You tried to get away from the people surrounding you, asking a ton of questions trying to get answers.
"Do you actually like Zayn?" You heard a reporter ask. You just didn't answer, you sat and stared.
"Do you use Zayn for money?" You sigh and was just about to say something when you felt a huge painful impact on your face. You whimpered in pain and gripped your nose. Soon you hear police sirens in the distance and you sighed in relief.
"Don't worry about those sirens sweetie! It's okay." A girl says sickly sweetly. You than blacked out, in panic and in pain.
"Y/N....Y/N!" You hear a muffled shout. Your eyes flutter open and you awake to still see people screaming and snapping pictures of Zayn.
"Z-Zayn..?" You say quietly just above a whisper. "Zayn..!" You say a bit louder.
"OKAY EVERYONE STEP AWAY!" What sounded like a police officer screamed. Everyone that was surrounding you shuffled off scared of what might happen if they hadn't left. You close your eyes and slip back into consciousness.
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Darkness, that's all you saw. You tried to wake yourself up and to see Zayn again but your eyes were just to heavy and it felt like someone had taped them shut. It was scary, "Come on, open up eyes!" You shout.
It just wasn't working and you let out a sob. The darkness was horrible, and lonely. You tried to break free from the pitch blackness and wake up again. You hear someone crying.
"Y/N, I don't know if you can hear me. But if you do, I just want you to know that I am TRULY sorry for what happened with the paps. If I had protected you better you wouldn't be in this situation. Don't say it's not my fault when it is, I could have protected you, I could've ran faster out of the paparazzis sights...but I couldn't and I failed you. And now, I don't know when you are going to wake up. The doctors aren't answering my questions and it's making me freak out more. I really hope you aren't mad at me once you wake up. Again, i'm truly sorry..." Zayn says voice cracking at the end.
You knew it wasn't Zayn's fault, the paparazzi was crazy and they wouldn't let you get up. They punched and kicked you so now when I wake up i'm going to have yellow and green bruises. Gross. I swam around in the dark like I was floating in the solar system watching all of the Earths, moon, and suns rotation
Present:
"SOMEONE HELP! GET A DOCTOR!" You heard a voice, probably Zayn's. Nurses came in.
"She's flat lining. Get the paddles." The nurse said. "Turn it up to 200 volts." She rubs the paddles together. "Clear!" She slammed down onto your chest. The nurses and doctors sighed when they say you had a pulse again. Zayn was sobbing in sacredness and happiness now.
He sat back down in the chair next to your bed and grabbed your hand. "Please don't leave me." He sobs and hurried his face into the crook of your arm.
