Carter’s POV:
“Niall you’re drunk…”
“It doesn’t matter! I can say it when I’m sober”
“Then talk to me when you’re sober”
“Is he there?” he says into the phone and I can picture his face now. I breathe out slowly before looking over at Zayn who was fast asleep.
He’d be gone in a few hours anyway…
“What the hell Niall? No he isn’t…” I lie and he lets out a sigh of relief.
“C-can I come over?” he say stammering over his words and slurring them slightly.
“No…not when you’re like this” I bite my lip and continue to stare at Zayn. He looks so happy and peaceful.
“I’m…s-sorry…I love you”
“Goodbye” I hang up and place my phone under my pillow and roll over pulling at the sheets.
“Why’d you lie to him?”
Great – he was awake.
“I…I don’t…I don’t know.” I say trying to fade into the blankets.
“I don’t want to be played Carter”
“Okay Zayn”
“You better tell him I was here” he says sleepily.
“Okay…” I say shaking my head slightly.
Not going to happen.
“Please”
“What?”
“Tell him the truth please; Niall is still a friend of mine and I don’t want him getting hurt”
Too late
“Oh”
Still not going to tell him, Niall was very complex if you said something wrong he got mad if you did something wrong he got upset...Like crying his eyes out for days until you finally just let him sleep in your bed because you’re tired of the voicemails.
So if he knew Zayn was here; I’d probably never here the end of it and he’d bring it up in every fight we had.
Every single one, he’d never let me let it go.
“So why didn’t you tell him?” Zayn asks suddenly becoming interesting in cuddling. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me safely into him, slowly then all at once.
“Because”
“Because why?”
“Because every time you ‘spend the night’ you leave” I say moving away from him a little and he doesn’t reply. And I’m happy he doesn’t because I feel like it’d be a fight.
And then he’d leave now.
…
..
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“Carter…Carter…wake up!” I recognize Tanner’s whisper-shout voice and I groan.
“What?” I say groggily opening my eyes and looking down to see myself curled up right next to Zayn.
His face is covered by a pillow and he’s comfortably next to me.
“Get up!” she whisper-scolds and I giggle a little before breaking out of Zayn’s arms and following her into the bathroom. She folds her arms and I continue to laugh.
