Don't Go... (boyxboy)

15: The Princess and The Douche.

Pic of Darren in case any of you were wondering what I think he'd look like... It's Darren.

Yawning as I sat up I picked up my laptop and turned it on, planning a lazy day on Tumblr. Typing away I rubbed my eyes sleepily. An e-mail notification popped up in the bottom right corner of my screen addressed from Justin. My stomach tightened into knots (A/N Oh, my stomach's tied in knots. I'm afraid of what I'll find if you wanna talk tonight. Ooh ooh. See the problem isn't you, it's me, I know. I can tell, I've seen it time after time. And I'll push you away (mmm)
I get so afraid, oh, no... Ok. I'm done quoting sleeping with sirens now...) as I clicked read and the words Dear Darren popped up on the screen.

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I opened Zayn's bedroom door as the tears streamed down my face. Zayn looked up and frowned but didn't say a word, he just patted the spot of his bed beside him and opened his arms to me. I took off my shoes and crawled under the covers; burning my face into his chest sobbing broken, shaky and not to mention horrendously loud sobs.

"I hate everything." I mumbled as he rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head lightly.

"I know..." He whispered in response and held me closer. I snuggled into his chest and sighed as my sobs became slightly softer, breathing in his scent I felt myself begin to relax and feel better. Looking up at him he smirked down at me and I felt his fingers playing with mine as we lay in silence with my head lifting with his chest as he breathed.

We just lay there in silence as he soothed my hurt and warmed my heart. My heart swelled so much I thought it might explode when I heard the faint noise of him singing "I Can't Help Falling In Love With You." By Elvis.

"Wise men say only fools rush in but I can't help falling in love with you.
Shall I stay would it be a sin?
If I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows surely to the sea.
Darling so it goes some things are meant to be take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows surely to the sea.
Darling so it goes some things are meant to be take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you,
for I can't help falling in love with you." He mumbled and cleared his throat, looking down at me and connecting his lips with mine softly and smiling at me.

I smiled back sadly and he sat up and set me in his lap so I was facing him and he set his hands on either side of my face. "Darren. I don't know why your so sad. But let me tell you something. You're amazing. Ok? Absolutely amazing, and don't let anyone make you think you aren't because I'll punch 'em right in the fucking face if they do." He smirked and pushed some hair out of my eyes and pulled me closer, kissing me and nibbling softly on my bottom lip.

I sighed contently and leant against him as we just stared into each other's eyes, not making a move or saying a word silence fell over us as we just observed one another. There was no need for words. You know what they say, if looks were words.

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The next few hours were full of us just cuddling, watching movies and making out. It was a perfect evening, and not once did he push me to tell him what was wrong, he just comforted me and told me what I needed to hear.

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I dodged Zayn's flailing arms and ran to the open window, dangling his shirt out teasingly. He ran over and reached for it only for me to hold it further away.

"Give me my shirt back!" He protested and stamped his feet like a child. Smirking I leaned in close and kissed the base of his neck which I found out during our make out session is his weak spot. He tensed up and I heard him grumble a curse under his breath as I kissed it repeatedly.