Three Way Relationship

7-I'm Sorry, You're Sorry, lets Forgive

Zayn's POV

My eyes fluttered open, revealing a face I was more than happy to see.

Justin was asleep, squished between Niall and I.

I smiled, stroking his cheek.

"Oi, Zayn?" Niall whispered, "You awake?" Niall added.

I sat up, carefull not to move Justin too much.

I looked at Niall, who had an arm draped over Justin, who was holding it against his chest like it was a teddy-bear.

"Yeah, I'm awake." I smiled.

Niall looked up at me.

"When do you think he got in the bed with us?" Niall asked.

"Probably around 3 or 4..." I said, "I thought I felt him get in between us." I smiled.

"Do you think he's happy now?" Niall sighed, kissing the back of Justin's head.

Justin groaned in response, shivering slightly.

"He hasn't had a blanket over him all night." I frowned. I got off the bed, pushing the blanket down a bit, before I moved Justin onto my side, and tucked him under the blanket.

Niall sighed, continuing to cuddle Justin.

"I'm going to go make breakfast, make sure he stays put." I smiled, walking out of the bedroom.

Niall's POV

I couldn't help but leave kisses over the back of Justin's head.

I love the damn boy.

He turned in his sleep, pressing his face into my chest.

I smiled down at him, finding him ever so cute when he slept.

I didn't like when the three of us fought, and I didn't like when one of us were upset.

These two are my life, and the fear of losing either of them haunts me when we fight.

My life has been a blessing, they're part of God's gift to me.

I'm so grateful.

I sighed, staring at the clock.
6:42am.

There was school for Zayn and I today.

But after all that's happenes, I have doubt we'll be going.

"Ni?" Justin spoke, his voice was almost silent.

His face was still pressed against my chest.

"Yeah boo?" I asked, rubbing his back.

"Do you hate me?" Justin asked, not daring to look up at me.

I frowned, "You know I could never hate you, babe."

"I yelled at you and Zayn, yesterday." He stated, slowly grabbing a handful of my shirt.

He played with the fabric, looking down at his hand so I couldn't see his face.

"We understand, baby. It upset us you were mad, but we understood. You just needed to explain it, you didn't need to get angry." I sighed.

"Does Zayn hate me?" Justin whispered.

"No, I don't." Zayn entered the room, holding a tray.

Justin looked up, rubbing his eyes.

"How 'bout we eat breakfast, and discuss our problems like normal couples do?" Zayn smiled, sitting in front of Justin.