"Zayn, it's time to go." Trisha walks in while Zayn had me in his arms, smiling slightly at us before walking out again, leaving the door open behind her.
"Are you ready?" I ask him softly.
"No, but I have to be." He replies.
"I'm right here with you, you don't have to do this on your own." He pulls me into one last hug before taking my hand and leading me downstairs. Everyone was waiting at the front door for us. "We're gonna drive in Diana's car, we'll meet you there."
"Okay honey, we'll see you there." Trisha kisses his forehead before heading out the door with the rest of the family. Zayn grabs his keys, locking the door behind us. I unlock the car and climb into the drivers seat.
"Just tell me where to go." I tell Zayn. He takes a deep breathe and gives me directions to the funeral home. When we arrive, Zayn grabs my hand tightly. He's sacred to go in there, I can tell. "It's okay, I'm right here."
"I disappointed him, I started drinking when my best friend committed suicide. Her parents were going through a divorce after her twin sister passed away. I got into drugs and my grandfather was the only one who got me to stop." Zayn explains. "I don't want to do that again."
"I won't let you." I tell him.
"Ok." He mumbles, his tone leads me to believe that he doesn't think I'll be able to stop him.
"Zayn, just look at me for a minute." He does and I wipe away some tears of his cheeks before talking. "I promise I will not let you go back to drinking or drugs, do you remember what I told you yesterday? I haven't had a drink for almost a month and a half. Because I tried the drinking and the partying all night, it didn't help. If anything, it made me feel worse."
"Okay." He takes a deep breathe and exits the car only letting go of my hand until I'm out of the drivers seat. He locks our fingers together and we walk into the funeral home. Halfway through the funeral Zayn leans close to my ear and whispers to me. "Will you play the piano while I sing this one song?"
"Yea, what song?" I ask quietly.
"When I look at you." He replies in a whisper. "Will you sing with me?"
"I'll do anything for you." I tell him.
"Now for a few words from Zayn, his grandson." Zayn takes my hand and guides me to the piano.
"If you don't mind I'd like to umm sing instead." Zayn says.
"By all means, go ahead." The priest says. Zayn nods and I start playing the notes to the song I know very well.
"Everybody needs inspiration
Everybody needs a song
A beautiful melody
When the nights are long
'cause there is no guarantee
That this life is easy." I stop singing so Zayn can sing by himself. He ends up sitting beside me, placing his hand on my knee, trying to calm down and make it through the whole song.
"Yeah when my world is falling apart
When there's no light
To break up the dark
That's when I, I
I look at you
When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can't find my way home any more
That's when I, I
I look at you
When I look at you
I see forgiveness
I see the truth
You love me for who I am
Like the stars hold the moon
Right there where they belong
And I know I'm not alone
Yeah when my world is falling apart
When there's no light
To break up the dark
That's when I, I
I look at you
When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can't find my way home any more
That's when I, I
I look at you
You appear just like a dream to me
Just like kaleidoscope colors that cover me
All I need
Every breath that I breathe
Don't you know you're beautiful
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can't find my way home any more
That's when I, I
I look at you
"I look at you
Yeah,
Whoa-oh,
You appear just like a dream to me." I join in on singing during the last verse and Zayn takes my hand when I finish playing. He lets his tears fall without trying to wipe them away, he pulls me into a hug which I return and the priest stands up.
"That was lovely, now let's all bow our heads in a moment of silence." We do as told and I feel Zayn squeeze my hand.
This whole process has been hard on him, losing a loved one is hard. Especially when you feel like you've disappointed them.
"Now if you would like to talk to the family, they will be staying in here. Thank you all for coming." The priest says. People starting coming up to Zayn's family and when one of them starts to walk towards Zayn, he turns to me.
"I can't do this." He whispers, he bolts but I'm quick on my feet, following him. He locks himself in a stall in the men's washroom. I make sure no one else is in there before going in myself asking someone to stand in front of the door. I go to the only closed stall and knock on the door.
"Zayn, open up. It's only me." I tell him. He doesn't respond so I rest my arm on the door, leaning my head on it. "Zayn, please."
"No." He whispers softly.
"I hate seeing the ones I care about in pain. Please open the door, we don't have to talk. I just need to know that you're okay." I whisper to him. I hear him unlock the door and I back up so he can exit the stall. We just stand there staring at each other, I'm the first one to move, I pull him into a hug and he hesitates at first. He pulls away slightly and kisses my forehead.
"Thank you." I merely nod and he holds me tightly.
"Are you ready to go back out there?" I ask and he nods.
"Let's go." We walk at a slow pace back to the service area. Trisha smiles at me as a thank you and Yaser nods approvingly.
"I'm right here. I'm not leaving." I assure him.
"Will you still be there when I've got nothing left?" Zayn asks quietly.
"Absolutely." It's an answer I don't even have to think about. It comes as quickly to me as my feelings did for Zayn.
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Diana. (Book 1)A One Direction fan fiction.
Fanfiction(✔️) Diana Maine. Diana Maine, 17 year old girl. Diana Maine, 17 year old girl, auditioning for the X Factor UK. Diana Maine, the girl who's life changed suddenly. Diana.
