Hidden (UN-EDITED; on hiatus indefinitely, sorry)

Chapter Nine

"Brooke... wake up..." I woke up laying on Zayn's bed.

"Whaa-" I said, still half asleep.

"You fell asleep while I was practicing last night. I was going to wake you up, but I had to leave for a concert..." He looked at me with geniune worry in his eyes. "What did you dream about? You were crying again."

I tried to avoid his eyes. I couldn't really remember it all. Only certain parts, but I knew it had to do with him because everytime I looked at him, I almost cried.

"Nothing as exciting as you concert. What happened?" I said, trying to change the subject. He looked down.

"Well, the concert was fine, but the boys are beginning to think I'm going crazy. I guess Louis saw me trying to wake you up last night... I told him I was sleep walking." He laid down next to me, and I relaxed for some reason.

"Well, You're never going to be crazier than me." I said. We stayed there for a while, and I guess we fell asleep...

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"Zayn... wake up..." The sound of Liam's voice woke me up, but Zayn was out cold. I smiled and got up, brushing my hair out with my fingers. It was straight again.

When I went in the living room, the other boys were already up. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall (huh, strange, didn't notice it before). 11:32 AM. Liam walked back in.

"He's asleep again..." He sighed. "Practice at 2:30, okay? Don't forget."

I got up and went back into Zayn's room. He was tossing and turning.

"Zayn... Come on... Get up." He moaned.

"5 more minutes..."

"Zayn... It's Brooke... Please, get up?" He sat up rubbing his eyes.Then, he looked at me.

"The first thing I see in the morning..." he smiled.

"Practice is at 2:30. You might want to fix your bed head." I said. He laughed.

"Yah, I'll be right back." He got up and walked over the the bathroom, brushing his hair. And then spraying it. And then combing it again. I stayed in the room waiting for him for a while. Then I got bored and started making up songs.

"I'll be that shoulder to cry on,

that light when your in the dark.

And please just know I'm tryin'

Not to break your heart!"

"That's pretty good," Zayn said as he walked in. I blushed.

"Thanks, but It's not as good as the ones you sing." He laughed.

"You have the voice of an angel. Me? I'm just Zayn, the boy from One Direction." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, Zayn from One Direction... " I said, "I need to think of more Lyrics." He laughed.

"Well, you do that. I'm gonna go grab some coffee. Be right back." I smiled, and continued.

"You be Yin, I'll be Yang

And all these lyrics I wrote for you

I made so when I sang

I wouldn't break your heart in two..."

Zayn walked back in with his coffee and sat on the bed. Then, he took our a note pad and a pen and began to write.

"What's that?" I asked. He smiled.

"The lyrics to your song."

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Soon enough, I was singing again and he had brought out the guitar. We were having so much fun, we lost track of time.

"Zayn, it's practice time." said an impatient Liam. Zayn got up.

"Alright, be out in a minute." he looked at me sadly.

"I had fun," he said.

"I did too." I replied, putting on a fake smile. He smiled back and left. I stared at the wall, suddenly so alone.