Dangerously In Love (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) - ON HOLD

Chapter 7

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THIS IS JUST A QUICK CHAPTER I WROTE LAST NIGHT, THOUGHT I'D POST IT BEFORE I LEAVE HOME. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.  PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT! THANK YOU FOR EVERY VOTE, I REALLY APPRECIATE IT.

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I walk into the room, closing the door behind me. I see him lying down in bed with the sheets covering half of his shirtless body. I smile at Zayn, "Babe?" 

It was pitch dark in the door, it was like he just wanted to shut everything down and sleep, he wanted to keep all the anger buried inside of him and go to sleep. He shifts in his place and pats the space next to him, "Come to bed." 

I smile widely and pace towards the bed, getting into the covers. Zayn pulls me towards him, cuddling me and I giggle into his chest, "I thought you'd be mad.", I echo between his chest. 

Zayn shakes his head, "I know what all these psychos mean to you." 

I slam his chest and he shrieks, "Take that back!" 

Zayn lets out a laugh, playing with a strand of my hair, "I'm just kidding, babe." 

I nod and push myself closer to his chest while he rubs my arm, "This guy, he's a bit out there, isn't he? 

Harry? Is he talking about Harry? 

Oh, I don't know. Maybe, if you ask him out loud, he will tell you. There goes my subconscious mocking me again but this time I don't mind because I kind of know she's right. 

"Harry?", I put the words out and I felt his shoulders lifting. 

"I don't know. Is he Harry?" 

I gulp, "The curly haired one?" 

There is no better way to explain his appearance, if I tell him he also has beautiful green eyes, Zayn might get mad at me for noticing the little details. 

You think? My subconscious is still awake. 

"Yeah, him. He's...loud. And he is kind of different from your other patients, isn't he?" 

What is he trying to know? I furrow my brows in the dark, "Yeah, so?" 

"Nothing, I'm just asking." 

I nod and try not to ask him any more questions. We can't talk about our patients to other people and no matter what Zayn is the third wheel in this business. I keep my eyes closed, hoping he wasn't going to ask me more questions. 

"What is he here for anyways?" 

But he sure is going to ask me. I keep my mouth shut and my eyes closed, I can pretend that I'm sleeping to avoid any argument about how he was my boyfriend and how I had no right to hide stuff from him. Zayn lets out a chuckle, kissing the top of my head, "Goodnight, babe." 

I had to resist the urge to kiss his lips and wish him goodnight, but I had already pretended that I was asleep and this wasn't going to do any good to our relationship. 

Shut up and let me sleep, would you? The only person in me who needs therapy is my subconscious. I roll my eyes and try to sleep. 

I get up with the buzzing sound of my phone next to my bed; I am surprised to see Zayn wasn't sleeping next to me. Did he leave already? All my questions are answered when I listen to the running water in the bathroom, he was about to get ready to leave. I pick the phone up and read Quinn.