Wasted Youth z.h

THREE

THREE

-zayn-

I opened my eyes and there I was in an unfamilar room with posters litering the four walls. I felt hot so I took off the blanket that was on me, finding a pale hand laying limply on my stomach. I smiled at the memories of last night, slowly taking his hand off and turning over on my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows and holding myself up with my chin in the palm of my hands.

I stared at him for a few seconds before trailing my fingers on his bare legs, where his scars were, yes, I saw them last night, but didn't say anything. I didn't want to make him feel bad, when all I was trying to do was make him feel good. I ran my hand under his baggy sweater and felt some more scars there, sighing I took it out and pulled up his sleeve. There were so many it made my breath hitch. I lightly ran my fingers over them, then brought his arm up to kiss it. I put it down and plopped down on my side, pulling Niall closer and nuzzling into his neck. I gave it a small kiss and breathed in his sent, which was a mistake cause he smelled like shit... lol just kidding .. he smelled like strawberries and vanilla. It was a weird mixture, but It smelled so good.

I pulled away and pecked his lips, climbing out of bed after, grabbing my briefs and pants and putting them on. I went to grab my shirt but I saw the stains so I left it there and took one of Nialls shirts.

I looked for a pen and paper to write a note, "Went out to do a quick job, be back later beautiful :*" I set it by his new phone so that he could see it, surely he would, it's the first thing I grab in the morning.

And with that I was walking out of the room and into the kitchen where Harry was making breakfast in only a long shirt -hopefully he was wearing boxers or something. "Morning Z!" He said cheerfully looking up, then did a double take and turned down the burner. "Zayn? What are you still doing here?"

"I stayed with Niall." I said giving a small smile. He raised an eyebrow, looking at me, towards Nialls door, then back at me. He smirked and went running towards Nialls room, but before he could open it I wrapped my arms around him and hauled him backwards.

"Oh my gosh you fucking fucked him didn't you!" He whisper-yelled. I could feel my face heat up at his accusation. "Oh my gosh, You just met him yesterday for goodness sakes."

"Hey hey hey hey." I said letting him go so I could see his face.

"Look Zayn..." he sighed. "Please don't hurt Niall."

"I'm not!"

"Okay did you tell him what you do to make money?" I shook my head guiltly. "Did he tell you anything about him?" I shook my head once again.

"You basically just had a one night stand." He accused.

"I'm coming back later, alright Harry, I have a job to do and I'm gonna go to my house to get cleaned up and then come back to see him."

"Zayn..."

"I swear." I said holding up my hand and crossing my heart with my other.

"If you don't I'll go to your house and chop of your balls." I laughed. "You think I'm playing but I'm not." My laughter was gone and was replaced with seriousness.

"I'll come back Haz, don't worry."

"Good." and with that I was gone... the thing was though I didn't return and Harry didn't go to my house to chop off my jewels.

-Niall-

It was the first day of the second semester. The days had gone by so fast, but not fast enough to make me forget the fact that Zayn left me the day after. He had left a note saying he'd be back, but he never did. Not that I wanted him to or was expecting him to.. everybody leaves me... because who would want a daisy in a garden of roses?