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

Chapter 13

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I see him leaving and I thank God that he showed up while I was there all alone with Niall. I didn't want a fight, I'm never in a favour of a fight but as much as I hate to admit it I was glad that Harry hit a few punches at Niall. Things would have been different if he didn't show up, I would have talked to Niall, I would just simply hear him say shit to me and walk back home with a worse mood.  

Switching all the lights off, my eyes travel to the watch and I gasp when I see it's already 2 in the morning, I just hoped no one would show up early morning tomorrow. I need sleep, and I need a good night sleep. I hopped up the stairs; I carefully open the door not trying to make a sound. I slip into the bed with Zayn and I'm proud of myself for being so sneaky. 

"Took you long enough.", Zayn mocks me and I hit my head against a wall mentally. 

Oh, you're so sneaky and quiet. My subconscious never sleeps and is always up to make fun of me. 

I sigh, "Needed some air.", I answer him uninterestingly. 

He shifts in the bed, turning his face to look at me, "We never do this, babe.", his voice is soothing and sounds so emotional.  

Zayn didn't sleep while I was out, he obviously cares for me and it bothers him as much as it bothers me. I caress his cheek with my hand and he turns his face to my hand and kisses it, "I didn't mean any of that.", he assures me and I smile. 

I know that Zayn didn't mean any of what he said to me about Harry but work is my priority. What bothers me is that my work never bugged Zayn until Harry showed up.  

Stop over thinking things. My subconscious wants me to shut up and make up with Zayn. 

I lean in and lay my lips over Zayn's, he runs his hands through my hair, I pull away peeking over his lips one more time, "Goodnight, babe.", I say. 

Zayn raises an eyebrow, "That's all I get?", he smirks, teasing me. 

I let out a chuckle, "Tonight, yeah." 

Zayn chuckles and slips his hand through my waist, putting his cold hand under my shirt. I jump at his touch and he pulls me closer to me. I bury my head between his shirtless chest and he rests his chin over my head, taking a huge breathe, "I love you.", he says. 

My eyes shot open at his random expression of love, I smile, "I do too." 

I do too? My subconscious questions me and I hide myself not wanting to answer her. 

I shut my eyes and let all the negative feelings get away from me. I have had a weird and a rough day, I don't want to think about anything and sleep, hoping for a better tomorrow. 

Zayn plants a kiss over my forehead, making me slip out of my sleep and stare at his perfect face and his beautiful brown eyes which were lighter because of the sun hitting his face. 

I smile at him, "You're up early." 

Zayn chuckles and walks towards the mirror, fixing his hair, "Nah, you're late. I'm leaving in a while."