1 year later

　　Blair


　　I walked past all of the graves belonging to people that I didn't know.

　　But there was one that I did know.

　　As it came into view, a tear ran down my face as I remembered the sacrifice he made.


　　All for my happiness.

　　When I reached it, I placed a rose on it and looked at the tomb stone.


　　He was an angel, I thought.

　　Sighing, an arm wrapped around my shoulder and he bumped my head with his playfully.

　　"It's okay." He said and I looked up at him, giving him the ugly stare.

　　"You say that everytime we come here!" I told him, stepping out of his grasp.

　　"You cry every time we come here." He mocked me, crossing his arms over his chest.

　　I rolled my eyes and turned away from him, sitting on the grass.

　　I looked at the picture they used on his tombstone. He was smiling brightly.

　　His eyes smiled with him and you could tell that he was truly happy.

　　"He did something so great. For someone so bad." I said to no one in particular.

　　I looked up when I heard footsteps on the grass behind us.

　　Zayn walked over and looked at me before sitting next to me.

　　He kissed the side of my head and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

　　"You look pretty in black." He says and I laughed slightly, leaning against him.

　　He looked at the tombstone and ran a hand through his hair.

　　Zayn had been there when I needed him the most. He worked alot and missed school even more.

　　But he'd still make time for me. Even if it means driving five hours to come see me for five minutes.

　　I looked up at him and as if feeling me staring at him, he looked at me.

　　"Problem, Miller?" He asked, his eyes briefly dropping down to my lips.

　　"Yes. Help me fix it?" I replied and he smirked mischievously.

　　A throat cleared from behind us and we both turned around and looked at an annoyed looking Dale.

　　"I should have chosen to be in the casket." He rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone.

　　I laughed and Zayn chuckled deeply.

　　Dale didn't go under the knife, after all. But the person who did will forever mean something to me.

　　Absentmindedly I looked at the grave. Looking at all of the flowers and stuff placed there.

　　Then I read the tombstone.

　　'You're forever in our hearts. We know that you're in God's place now. Sleep in peace, Jordan.'

　　When I found that out, my heart dropped to my ass.

　　Flashback.

　　The hospital door swung open as I embraced Zayn sadly, crying over the loss of my best friend.

　　"Not now." Zayn told them harshly.

　　I didn't look up. Expecting to see another doctor there.

　　But the person's throat cleared and that forced us to pull apart.

　　My eyes were closed for a while, not wanting the person to see my tears.

　　But when I opened them, I almost fainted.

　　There was Dale, standing in all of his glory with a cup of yogurt in his hand.

　　I looked at him for a while, then blinked repeatedly, trying to get rid of this hallucination.

　　But the more I blinked, the closer he got. This continued until he was standing right infront of me.

　　Is this real?

　　"Yes, Idiot." He said, rolling his eyes and placing his hand on his hip.

　　No.

　　No. No. No. No. No.

　　So then who's heart did Zayn get?

　　I was in so much shock right now that I started hyperventilating.

　　Dale grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, hugging me tightly.

　　"Glad to know that you care so much, Bunny." He said and I let all of my tears fall.

　　I was suprised that I even had any left at this point.

　　"Who?" I asked, hoping that he understood what I meant.

　　"I was on my way to the surgery room when I bumped into someone," He started.

　　"It was Jordan. He was a mess. Crying, shouting, sobbing, you name it."

　　"When I asked him, he said that his mother had passed away. Then he asked me the same question,"

　　"So I told him what I was going to do. He didn't answer so I walked away and just before I walked into the death room,"

　　"He said that he'd do it. Something about owing you alot. I told him no at first but then he convinced me otherwise." He finished and I was stunned.

　　"So you're fucking telling me, Matthews' heart is inside of me?" Zayn asked coldly.

　　I turned around and stared at him, to which he stared right back at me.

　　"Be grateful, you idiot!" I yelled at him and he just kept staring at me.

　　"He gave you his life! When all you wanted to do was take it from him!" I continued.

　　He still didn't stop staring at me.

　　His eyes darkened and he stared at me so coldly, I felt the ice in my pants.

　　Then slowly, a small smirk creeped onto his face.

　　"That's hot." He said, pointing to me.

　　I was angry at the fact that he wasn't listening to me.

　　But that did no justice for the blush that burned my cheeks.

　　"Gross. Word sex." Dale said, throwing us a distasteful look.

　　I glared at him while Zayn chuckled, leaning back on the bed.

　　But then Jordan came back to my mind and I wondered why he would die for a person like Zayn.

　　So cruel and heartless. I'm suprised that he even needed a heart to survive.

　　He would have never done the same for Jordan. But Jordan wasn't any better.

　　The fact that he had someone intentionally hurt me, haunts me to this day.

　　And I would never forget all of the fake smiles and laughs he'd give me.

　　"Baby." I heard Zayn call, pulling me out of my thoughts.

　　I looked at him and he patted the bed next to him, scooting over so that I could lay with him.

　　This was all I needed. Only two people in this entire world.

　　Two people that would forever be in my life, no matter what happens.