Hidden... That's what I was... Nobody would ever see my face except Zayn.
"Baby you light up my world like nobody else..." I was sitting on the couch while Zayn played the guitar and practiced in a chair across from me. Since I couldn't mess with anything without it just sliding through my hand, I just watched him.
"... That's what makes you beautiful." Zayn muttered something under his breath.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Oh..." he said, "I was off key. And I need to work on my guitar." I looked at him confused.
"You sounded great, don't be so hard on yourself." I said. He shook his head.
"Great isn't good enough." he said. I rolled my eyes and un-braided my hair. It came out curly, and he smiled.
"It looks cute like that," he said. I smiled.
"Thanks."
He set his guitar down. "It's getting late," he said, "do ghosts sleep?" I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was joking.
"Not this one. I'm one of those ones that never sleep. One of those ones that hang over your bed and stare at you while you sleep. Zayn, I'm the stalker you never knew you wanted." I stared at him with a creepy face, and then we both burst out laughing.
"In other words, I'm not tired." I said.
"Okay. But if I wake up with you inches from my face, I'm gonna scream." he said. I smirked.
"Don't worry." I said.
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Zayn had gone to bed, and I gave myself and hour to think about things. It was about 11:30 when I went to sleep on the couch. All that night, I dreamt of those eyes. I dreamt of those warm, inviting eyes. But my dream changed. It changed to something I prayed would never happen.
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Hidden (UN-EDITED; on hiatus indefinitely, sorry)
FanfictionWhen Brooke wakes up lost and without her memories, she turns to a guy named Zayn, who happens to be on tour with his four band mates. But she soon finds out that he was the only one who could help her, as he is the only one who can even see her. Wi...
