Stars
Chapter Four
Be noble, for you are made of stars; be humble for you are made of Earth."
-unanimous
I was the woke who woke up first, and that my friend, was humorous.
His hair was not domesticated in any way, and his right cheek was pushed up against his hand, a little black stubble forming, and his face contained a layer of oils that make the light reflect off his skin.
His lips moved,"I can feel you staring at me."
His words startled me as I lay there thinking of how stupid I must be. I flinch a bit, but recover after a few seconds, "Well it's hard not to stare when you have an strange thing sleeping stone next to you." I smirk.
His face dropped and I wince looking in the other direction, not being able to make eye contact. He already told me not to call him strange, or a stranger, but same things apply.
"Not like that, Zayn," I glance at him with the corner of my eyes and saw his full, black eyelashes shut, becoming a metal gate in a kingdom, protecting emotion behind them.
"I know," his lips turned up, hesitating, burrowing his nose into his pillow.
I sighed, lifting my shoulders up as I inhale, and drop as I exhale. My eyes meet his shoulder and his ribs rising and lifting.
"It's okay," he breathed, rolling over. "One more day until you get out of this 'death cabinet'," he smiled. "Better enjoy your stay," he said casually, trying to hold in laughter. He gestured around the small room like a tourist with a fake smile.
"Death cabinet? How did you know what I thought of this place?" my eyebrows furrowed, trying to bite the amusement out of my lips.
"You thought that?" he shrugged," I don't know, you used to say that about everything you hated."
At first I thought he would wince or his expression would change due to those words, but nothing. His smile still remained on his face as he pounced his feet on the ground, turning to an immature child, and walked over to the door. He reached for the knob too soon and slipped, fell straight on his bum.
"Ugh," he mumbled, I could certainly feel the heat radiate off of his cheeks.
My lip trembled from holding laughter, getting out a shaky breath instead.
I rolled over on my stomach, muffling my laughter.
"I think I slipped there, yeah?" he said, basically making fun of himself. "Are you dying? Or are you making out with the pillow?"
"What?" I turned to meet him. "I am not making out with the pillow."
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Stars (Zayn AU)
Fanfic"The stars get angry at us, just like any other human being would if we ignored their shouts. They shout for love, but not to be loved, no. But for someone else to be loved. Did you know that?"
