Hate-Love Project (1D Fanfic)

Chapter 35: Now or Never

Kate's POV

For the first time, I was so shocked in life. Shocked that I'd never thought that I'd encounter such plot twists when I'm already as happy as a kid who found her missing teddy bear or maybe has an ice cream. Zayn Malik has always been my happiness since we started the geography project. What if I didn't leave him, will we encounter this? Will I ever not feel so guilty about what just happened earlier? I worked so hard to get him back. I would never forgive myself if this goes bad. I never wanted to lose Zayn ever again.

The gun was aimed right at me and I was frozen right in the spot. I couldn't think anything else. All I could think of was how happy I was my whole life with Zayn, my friends who never left me, and the way Zayn proposed to me today. The happy days I had in my life. It felt like my heart stopped beating. It felt nothing. I felt everything.

"Fuck!" I heard Zayn yell in panic that he pushed me hard to the side, causing me to collapse on the hard ground. The next thing I heard a loud bang, and it haunts me from that moment. I looked up at Carla - a shocked face plastered on her face. She was scared, but I noticed she kept uttering the same thing over and over, "This was not what I want. This is not what I planned. I wasn't supposed to pull the fucking trigger. Shit, I didn't mean it! I'm so sorry, Kate. Oh my God!"

I was screaming, and screaming and screaming as I saw Zayn on the ground with a bloody hole in his chest. Blood stains everywhere.

I looked around for help, and Carla was nowhere to be seen anymore. I moved into Zayn's side and cried for help, panickly dialing the boy's number and told them to proceed here where we were. Where the fucking incident happened.

Zayn wasn't moving. I was shaking him, begging him to wake up but he wouldn't. His eyes are clothes and the blood stain grew bigger.

The police entered the scene after 5 minutes, and they promised me that they'll find Carla Morgan soon. 

Once they entered Zayn into the emergency room, my legs sprinted towards him. I don't want to leave him. It was a promise that we made together. But damn it, the police officers didn't let me.

"Miss Brandon, you can't." One of the officers informed me and sighed, "We'll just stay with you and we won't leave you alone. You also have the other boys over there." He nodded into the direction where the boys were. I looked at the boys - one by one, their eyes red and puffy. Louis had his phone glued into his ear. Maybe he's informing other people about the incident.

The police officers led me into the waiting room where I actually broke down into tears for the nth time. It keeps replaying in my head, the whole scene from when Zayn proposed to me until he got shot just played into my head. 

One of the nurse sat beside me putting her arm around me. My vission was blurry, so I didn't really see her name tag.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" The woman asks, taking my hand into hers.

"K-K-Kate." I sobbed continously.

"Hi, Kate." She gave me a small smile, "My name's Tiffany." Her face softened everytime tears would just randomly roll down my face.

"C-C-Can you do me a favor?" I sniffed, "Can you make sure that Z-Zayn's okay? Please?" I cried.

"Zayn's alive, darling." She assured me. But I wasn't convinced, so I just gave her a small nod in return. "You'll see Zayn soon, he won't leave you." She added.

He won't leave you.

Does that mean he has hope of surviving? But every time I imagine all of his blood stains earlier, I think there's a fifty-fifty percent chance that he'll survive. Once I settled down and stopped crying, I really had a hard time opening my eyes - but then I notice that the boys are across me, looking at me with worried faces. I didn't want them to pity me.