On the curb (1D FF)

Chapter 3: Bedding situations

Ok so ths is realy short so sorry bout that and also sorry i havnt updated in like 89367346194 years Ive been really caught up with holiday stuff so uhh heres another shitty chapter of my shitty fan fic... need toget a life

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"It's just this way." I said timidly as I walked down the hall to a closed door. "There's a small issue," I told him, he looked at me confused. "It's just a single bed... and there are no couches or anything so we'll have to share." I told him as I stared at my feet.

"It's ok," He said with a lop sided smile. "I don't mind." He said and then bit his lip. He looked down and then back up at me. "Do you?" He asked.

I just smiled. "No, its fine by me." I said as I opened the door. He followed me in and looked and the old metal frame bed that sat on its own in the middle of the moon lit room. It was the only piece of furniture in the room and to the left of it a window where the light from the moon came in.

I walked over to the window and leant against it as I stared at the full moon, I stood there thinking as Zayn appeared beside me. "What are you thinking about love?" He asked as he stared at me. I pulled my eyes from the moon to look back at him.

"When I was about three my mum used to tell me a story about all the things that would happen when there was a full moon. She'd talk about how the flowers all turned to face the moon when it was full and about the werewolf tales and then she would say 'although all these stories aren't true its said that many crazy things go on when the moon is full' then she'd kiss me forehead and I'd go to sleep. I would beg her to tell me the story every night but she refused to tell me every night accept the night of the full moon. She was convinced that the tale would lose meaning if she told it too often." I told him as I smiled at the memory. "I always just told myself as a child that they were just stories, but now days it seems to be so true. The night she left when I was four was a full moon, and tonight... well I met you. Told you my story, and I've never told anyone yet you have something in you that draws the truth out of me and its crazy. It always happens on the full moon though. Don't you think that's strange?" I asked him.

"Well, yer I suppose it is. Why did your mum leave?" He asked me.

"One story is enough for a night." I said as I flashed him a weak smile. "Let's get to bed shall we?" I asked as I walked over to the bed.

"But, there are no sheets or blankets." He stated, looking quite confused.

I rolled my eyes at him and leaned down and pulled a sealed plastic box out from under the bed. I sat it up on the bed and took the lid off it and pulled out a hang full of sheets and blankets.

"Oh." He said as he came over to help me make the bed up.

"I put them in there so they don't get dusty or eaten by mice." I said, and he just nodded in approval.

Once the bed was made I looked at him and smirked at him. "Turn around." I said.

"Oh come on I've been shirtless for the past hour." He whined.

"Turn. Around." I said sternly. He rolled his eyes but obeyed my request. I was in a large hoodie and skinny jeans. I was not sleeping in skinny jeans. I slipped them off and jumped into the bed leaving the sat on the floor. I curled up and pulled the jumper sleeves over my hands and bringing them to my cheek. "It's all clear." I told him and he turned around to see me basically already falling asleep. He smiled cutely at me, but it soon turned into a smirk.

"Now you turn around, I have to take my pants off." I looked at him confused. Where was he going with this. "I sleep in my boxers... What? Now turn around." He said with that smirk glued to his face.

"But your already shirtless it doesn't really matter." I said drowsily.

"That was my excuse you can't use it." He huffed. "Now. Turn. Around." He said using the same tone, I did to him earlier.

"Ugh." I groaned and I turned around to face the window. I closed my eyes and began to drift off but then I felt the blankets lift and the mattress dipped in where Zayn lay down causing my body to fall into his. I smiled slightly at that. Then he snaked his arm around my stomach and buried his face in my neck and back. It was nice, I felt safe for the first time in a long time, as if nothing could hurt me. His arm around my waist. His legs entwined in mine. Just having him there made me feel cared for.

"Night Zayn. Thank-you." I said.

"Night darc. Thanks for what?" He said tiredly.

"For everything." With that I fell asleep.