The warmth of Zayns breath sent shivers down your spine, as he engulfed you into his strong arms. The feeling was comforting and soothing, knowing that Zayn was there for you, even in your darkest hour. He slowly let go of his tight embrace around you but was still close enough that you could hear his breath and see the details etched on his face. The only difference was that now his face was sad, his twinkle in his eyes were mostly caused by the water that threatened to escape, and his brows were furrowed. He sighed and reached out to grab your arm, his grip was loose and tender. As he slid his hand down your arm to your wrist, you watched in concentration and amazement of how delicatly he was touching you. He gently rubbed his thumb along one of your cuts and brought your arm up to his face, planting a small kiss to each cut.
"Don't ever do it again", he whispered.
There was nothing you could do put nod and lean into his chest as you tryed to stop your breath from hitching and the tears from falling down your cheeks. So you stayed there, listening to Zayns mellow heartbeat, as he stroked your back and comforted you in your darkest hour.
