~Natalia
L O U D S O U N D S pulled me from my sleep.
I looked around my room, but no one was there. I slipped on my fuzzy slippers and opened my bedroom door. I followed the loud sounds, realizing they were coming from Zayn's room.
I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I placed my hand on the doorknob and opened it. Zayn sat on his bed, his head hanging. His body was drenched in sweat. I approached him warily, not sure what was going on.
He looked up, and his eyes widened for a moment before he masked on an expressionless face. "What?" he asked coldly.
Building up my confidence, I said, "I heard some loud noises and wanted to see what was happening."
My heart was beating painfully loud against my chest.
His eyes softened. "Thank you for checking up on me, cupcake, but I'm alright," he said softly.
I knew he was lying. I could see right through him for once.
"Zayn, I know something's wrong. Please, let me help," I asked.
He laughed coldly. "You can't help me. No one can, so just drop it and get the fuck out," he said harshly.
Tears formed in my eyes, but I pushed my emotions aside. Zayn cared for me when I was hurt. Now, it's my turn. "Don't push me out, Zayn. You cared for me when I was hurt. Now, it's my turn," I said, telling him what I was thinking.
"Tell me, Zayn," I pleaded as I straddled his brows. His brows lifted, and I blushed madly.
"You're too good for this world," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what happened," I continued, the smile dropping from his face. He wrapped his arms around my waist and sighed into my neck, causing me to shiver.
"When I was 10, my mom and dad went out. They told me not to stay in my room, so I told them that I would. When they came back, I knew something was wrong," he said, his voice starting to crack. "My mom rushed up to me and gave me the biggest hug she ever gave me. And then there was the deafening sound of a gunshot, and... she fell."
Tears ran down his face. I wiped them away, realizing there were tears on my face as well.
"I screamed, cupcake. I didn't know what to do. My mom was barely alive, and I panicked. She told me to take the necklace and keep it, so I did," he said, motioning to the necklace that hung around his neck.
"The last thing she said to me was, Zayn, I love you so, so much, baby boy. Don't ever forget that." He sobbed. I tightened my arms around him as he continued to cry. I sobbed quietly. I felt so bad for him. How could you deal with your parent dying right in front of you?
"Could you... could you stay here with me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I kissed his cheek, causing him to peer up. His eyes looked so hopeful, yet so afraid.
"Of course I will," I said with a soft smile. He grinned, his tears drying up. Zayn pulled me into a deep embrace. I ran my fingers through his thick, black hair, causing him to make low sounds of contentment. My insides fluttered.
"Come on, let's go to bed," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I giggled and sat on his bed. He covered us with his blanket and snuggled into my chest. Maybe chests are comfortable? I mean, when I lay down on his chest, it feels amazing.
I continued to run my fingers through his hair, earning a low purr from him, turning me into mush.
A few minutes later, I heard Zayn's deep breathing and knew he was asleep.