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twenty-eight - skylar

Chapter Twenty-Eight – Skylar

            Zayn groaned when I rolled over him and off the bed, his fingers probing into the sheets that I once laid on. “Where are you going? I like being the big spoon.”

            I raised my brows, motioning to the hair that was messily thrown about my head. I felt grimy and really needed a shower. “I’m going to wash up.” I couldn’t help but smile at the little pout that made its way onto his face. “We can spoon later, I promise.”

            He sighed at that, nesting deeper into the sheets, and I poked around the room, prodding in various dresser drawers until I found a towel and something to change into.

            “You actually don’t have to wear clothes, you know,” Zayn chuckled at me, and I ignored him, going to take my bath.

            It wasn’t long before I was wringing out my hair—feeling a lot less dirty and a lot more clean—waltzing out of the bathroom. Though Zayn’s clothes were a size or two too large on me, I was both comfy and warm.

            I paused when my hand reached the bathroom door, because I’m pretty sure I just heard a voice and it did not belong to my boyfriend.

            “They might’ve gone somewhere,” that was Liam.

            “I hope they did.” That was Louis then. I still had to mend things with him.

            “She might’ve killed him,” Niall offered slyly, “Harry saw how mad she was when she came in.”

            “Like a bull,” I heard a slower, slightly deeper voice add; definitely Harry. “Like, she wanted to charge at him. I think she did kill him, actually.”

            “She’s horrible when she’s angry,” a voice that I recognized as my roommate’s chimed in. When did she get here?

            I snorted at their comments, rolling my eyes and twisting the doorknob. “I’m right here, thank you. And unfortunately, Zayn’s still very much alive.”

            I could feel Trinity’s eyes scrutinize my body, and I watched as a smirk and a knowing look passed across her face. “Oh I’m definitely sure you didn’t kill him.”

            Before I could bite out a shut up Trinity, I heard a door behind me open, and then I heard a thick, accented voice that could only belong to one person. “Thought I heard other people.”

            His voice was still sleep-slow; thick with exhaustion, yet it was so much different from when he was throwing rough, raw iloveyou’s into my neck just moments prior.

            It was nice to know that I was the only one to get to know the latter.