Let Me Be Your Last | z.m vs n.h fanfic [MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 12

This is quite a short chapter, but I don't have much time today...

But a really important question - Do you want me to keep the main character as (y/n) or do you want me to actually give her a name? If I did, I would be able to build her up as a character more, but I don't know if you guys like it as (y/n)? Please comment or tweet me about it (my twitter is lucy_eleanor1) I really want to know what you guys think and this is really important!!!

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(Y/n)'s P.O.V.

I woke up. A cold sweat had broken out on my forehead and I was shaking. I rolled onto my side and looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. 

I'd had a nightmare. I was suffocating, in pain, unable to escape. Then I'd felt the calm come over me again, except this time I knew what was happening. But instead of someone coming and saving me, someone had been pushing me down, forcing me to suffocation. Just as I'd felt myself begin to slip away once more, I'd woken up.

I glanced at the other bed. Tally was on it, still fully clothed in her maxi dress, and in the half-light, I could just make out that she still had her makeup on. She let out a low snore, and I knew that she would have a hangover in the morning; she only snores when she's had way too much to drink.

Once I had got back into my room at nine last night, I had gone to bed straight away, I'd felt completely drained. But now I felt really awake, and I was sure that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep for a while.

I carefully climbed out of bed and quietly slipped into my leopard print onesie, with a hood and ears! I pulled on some purple bed socks as well and grabbed the key for suite 208. 

I slowly opened the door and locked it behind me. I avoided using the lift and went down the stairs, knowing that after my nightmare, if it got stuck again, I'd probably have some sort of breakdown.

The hallways were completely quiet, deserted. Once I reached floor two, I soon found suite 208. I heard more muffled snores coming from suite 209; the other boys had clearly been drinking too. 

I unlocked the door to suite 208 and sneaked in, half hoping that one of them would be awake. 

The suite had three rooms. A living room, with a large, flat screen television and a couple of sofas, a big, luxury bathroom with a massive bath and a power shower, as well as a sink and toilet, and a bedroom, with a king-sized bed and a big wardrobe with a mirror on it. Each room had random items scattered around. I noticed a scrabble board on the coffee table in the living room, clothes from the last two days piled in heaps on the floor of the bedroom, and the shelves in the bathroom were filled with hair products. The fact that they had around twice the amount of beauty items on their bathroom shelves that Tally and I had brought with us made me smile.

Both of the boys were asleep in boxers and a t-shirt. They looked so sweet and innocent, curled up under the duvet. I sat on a soft chair in the bedroom, watching them both sleep for a while. They were really cute.

I eventually got bored of watching them, and decided to climb into the bed, as I was beginning to feel a little tired once again. I carefully clambered over Niall, guessing that he was probably the deepest sleeper out of the two, and therefore would be less likely to wake up, and nestled between them, pulling the duvet up around my neck.

I peacefully drifted back to sleep, cocooned in the duvet, protected from nightmares by Zayn and Niall.