Zayn's pov.
I've been looking at the flowers I gave her, weeks ago, already dead.
Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, awakening me from my thoughts.
I see all the four boys walk in; Louis, Harry, Liam, and Niall.
"Hey, we just came here to stop by, you know, paparazzi's are outside" said Louis, while looking at me and Ezra.
"How is she?" Says Harry, breaking the silence that laid upon us.
"I don't even know anymore, she won't wake up" I said, beginning to tear up as I looked at her.
"Have faith, Zayn, have faith" said Louis, half smiling.