The Dark Days

Chapter 44

It's been about two weeks since that conversation with Louis. That was also the last time I had seen him. Niall told me Louis was planning on going out that night and was going to find a ride home. Zayn told me this wasn't the first time this had happened, a few months before I had shown up Louis had left and not returned for about a month, staying at random friends' homes and drinking the days away.

I just hoped he was okay.

In the time Louis has been gone I've grown closer to Zayn. We've gone on four dates, and on that fourth one he asked me to be his girlfriend, I of course said yes and have found that it was a great decision. I've stayed in his room the past couple of nights, which has somehow prevented my terrible flashback nightmares.

Today is Thursday, which means Louis hasn't been home in two weeks. Every day I hope he will come home safe and everything will be okay, but with how long he has been gone I'm just hoping his is still alive. It's wearing on me and the other two have noticed, constantly trying to keep my mind off of it but nothing seems to work. I think it may be angering Zayn that I care so much about Louis, but I hope he understands that Louis has been a part of my life for nearly the whole thing. It's only natural for me to care about him and his safety.

I rolled over in the large bed, easily sliding in the black, silky sheets. Pulling the back comforter up to my chin, I faced Zayn. The god before me was still asleep, which I used to my advantage. Placing my leg between his two and nuzzling my head into his chest, I curled my body into him, craving his warmth. Suddenly he moved, wrapping his arms around my back, underneath the covers, and pulling me close.

"Are you cold, angel?" I nodded against his skin, braving the cold air in the room to peek my head up out of the covers to glance up at him.

"I hate winter and cold weather and mornings and being cold." I sleepily grumped. Zayn laughed as I pulled the blankets up again and attempted to bury myself in his and covers' warmth.

"How about we sing a little bit? Maybe that will wake us up." Zayn and I have done this before, sang in the mornings. His amazing voice was deeper because of his morning voice, but it still sounded perfect. However, in the mornings I have trouble singing. My voice is higher and sometimes squeaky; my voice usually cracks and I hate it. Unfortunately, Zayn seems to love it for some reason.

"No. I have a crappy, squeaky morning voice. Not happening." I insisted, not letting Zayn win me over this morning.

"Please? I'll even sing first!" I sighed and just nodded, knowing he wouldn't give in. It isn't worth the fight.

"When your legs don't work like they used to before

And I can't sweep you off of your feet

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?

Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70

And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23

And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe just the touch of a hand

Well, me-I fall in love with you every single day

And I just wanna tell you I am

So honey now

Take me into your loving arms