Soft Hate {One Direction}

Chapter 19 - Everything

Zayn's POV

I woke up with Nyla all snuggled in my arms, best feeling to know she's in my arms, and no one else's. Next thing I knew I herd the front door open, and a nice round of snogging. "Oh, c'mon." I whisper to my self. Letting my arms slightly slip out my arms in which were wrapped around her. 

Just about to walk out of my room, I hear the door open just a crack so I stop behind it. Niall entered over on his toes, so I step up by slightly taking the front of his shirt. "What do you think your doing?" I questioned.

"I-I-I was going to see Nyla."

"And why are you in my room?"

"Why's Nyla in your room?" He asked.

"Your really going to ask that question, your seriously going to ask that stupid question. Really Niall really?"

"I was going to apologize to her."

"Yea, don't get near her." I demand.

Niall shoved off my chest making his shirt slip out of my grip. "She's not dating you!"

"Shut up! She's sleeping you idiot!"

"Just let me see her."

"No."

"Zayn!" Niall finally let out, and as soon as he did I shoved him out of my room. Just hoping Nyla didn't wake up to the yell.

"Zayn?" She groaned.

Leaning on the shut door I replied. "Go back to sleep babe." With that Nyla groaned covering her self with all the covers the laid there on the bed with her. To tease her I held the bottom ledge of the covers, all she did was struggle to pull them, but her hand slipped to hit her face.

"Zayn!" She shouted as she shot up from laying down into a sitting up position.

"What?" I asked.

"Stop holding them downnn!" She yelled.

"I didn't do it!"

"There no one else in the room!" A grumpy, woken up, but beautiful Nyla shouted.

"Sorry babe." I tell her. A small smile tugged on her lips; just enough to show her white and bright teeth. She lazily put her arms out into thought begging for a hug, but as soon as they went up they went down from how tired she was. I crawl on the bed towards her; wrapping her in my arms she played around and struggled to get out of my arms. As soon as she started fussing as a joke we rolled off the bed.

"Mehhh." She groaned.

"Your fault." I reply.

"Shut up." Nyla said as she covered her face with the simple worn out sleeves of her jumper. Torn? Yes they were, but they were torn just like her. "What?" She asked peeking through a gap of her jumper sleeve covered hands.

"Your so stunning."

"Zaaayn . . ."

"What? It's nothing, but the truth!"

"If you insist, but I shall always protest!" She said pointing her finger up.

"Yes, you shall always protest, and I shall always prove you wrong." Nyla stuck her tongue out once I told her that. As she layed in my arms cradled as if she were a little girl in my lap I kissed the top of her for head.

"Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved . . ." She sang softly, and that's exactly what I did. I kissed her, like I wanted to be loved. Her hands made their way around my neck. All she did was slightly tug on the hair I had by the nape of my neck. We rolled over to where I was on top, and she was just below me.