Come Back (a Zerrie fanfiction)

Chapter 3: In My Memory

Yo!! So, like I said, I might be updating slowly because I'm still researching, and I may have jiggled up a few things. Well, I can't just delete the story and rewrite it again, huh? You know what some people say, "The show must go on." And I live with that. Here's Chapter 3!

PS:This fic's dedicated to Little_MixLover because of that vote on the previous chapter. I almost fell on my chair when I saw it. Yes, that's how happy I am... :)))

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       "I've called her so many times the minute I woke up, Harry, and she hasn't answered any of them. She hasn't even rejected them. She hates me that much, Hazz." Zayn sighed, lazily lying down. Harry was still there, holding his hand, squeezing it gently when Zayn couldn't talk at some parts in his narration.

       "She thinks of me as a fucking womanizer. A blithering, childish idiot who does nothing but bang girls and leave their hearts broken," he continues. He closes his eyes for a few seconds and reopens them. Yeah, he regrets doing that because his eyelids are now drooping and he can't open them that much.

"No. Must stay up to tell Harry..." his brain resisted. Unfortunately, his body was stronger so here he was, blinking repeatedly, his consciousness slowly wearing out.

    Harry, who was watching Zayn's feeble attempts to stay awake, had that barely visible smirk pulling on his lips. Harry has to agree with the fans, Zayn can be so adorable when he's sleeping or when he's about to fall asleep. Screw that, Harry thinks that everyone's adorable.

      The brunette was brought back to reality when Zayn suddenly said, "She...She thinks that I'm so rude and that I'm full of...of...full of shleep." Harry grins at the comment. "What, Zayn? She thinks that you're full of...?" Harry tried to suppress a chuckle.

     "That...full...shit..." were the only things the curly-haired heard. He's positive that Zayn tried to say, "That I'm full of shit..."

      Harry slowly moves away from Zayn, whose eyes were closed at the moment, his breathing slow and deep. But then he starts talking again, "And...And then–"

       "Zayn, no." Harry interrupted as he carefully lifted the Muslim's head to pat the pillow underneath the latter. "Get some sleep," the brunette continues, pulling Zayn's duvet over him and spreading it evenly over the older boy's body.

        "Buuuttt..." Zayn whined, receiving an immediate, "No. Go to sleep. I know you need it."

        "Fine," Zayn huffs like a child as he patiently waited for Harry to make him comfortable.

      "Tam'z it, Hass?" Zayn muttered sleepily. He was more than sleepy. He was exhausted and sleepy that he might just fall asleep while he's standing.

       "Just ten," Harry says, a hand playing with Zayn's fuzzy hair. If Zayn was awake he'd swat Harry's hand off his hair, but he can't, seeing as he's already fallen asleep.

     The last things Zayn remembered before he let darkness consume him were him requesting Harry to stay and the brunette's lips touching his forehead.

       These were one of the many reasons why Zayn loves Harry so much.

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       Perrie is woken up with a voice saying, "Perrie, please wake up. We brought you breakfast." Definitely Jade.

     Perrie moans and whimpers, "But...But...I'm sleepy..." She grabs a pillow beside her and cuddles it, pulling it over her chest as if it would cover the excruciating pain in her heart.