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Chapter 28 Arms

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When I was little I used to be able to sleep through everything. My parents used to 'joke' and say if there was ever a fire in the house I'd never make it out because I wouldn't be able to hear the fire alarm go off. As I got older I became more and more sensitive to sounds more so that I would wake up to even the slightest noise.

Lying there in Zayn's bed, knowing he was inches away, in complete silence was loud enough to keep me awake. With the exception of Zayn's soft snores every now and then we were in the dark with no noise. Eventually, I forced myself to fall asleep.

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I could hear a car coming down the driveway. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to stay in bed and avoid Zayn as best as I could. I could feel something heavy on top of me, didn't even want to know what it was. The car suddenly skidded to a halt which caused me to open my eyes.

I was curled in close pressed to Zayn. My cheek was resting against his chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around me keeping me in place. Zayn's legs were intertwined with my own. I could feel his chest moving with each inhale and exhale. We were technically cuddling. There was bile rising in the back of my throat. I didn't want to be so close to him. I let out a tiny squeal, not expecting to be so close to him.

When we went to bed I had made sure there was a good enough distance between us but still in reach so he wouldn't be upset. Now here I am waking up flushed close against him. I made a mental note of how peaceful he looked while sleeping. His eyes were closed and twitching ever so slightly as he dreamed. His hair was all messed up on the top of his head. A scruffy shadow was forming on his face. The same smell of expensive cologne and cigarettes stained his inked skin. My eyes wandered to his parted lips. The memory of those same lips touching mine, touching my neck, with soft gentle patterns came creeping back. I shook my head in disgust. A lot of people have soft lips.

I pushed myself off him, separating him from me. I felt cold at the sudden loss of warmth he gave. Zayn didn't even open his eyes. I got up off the bed and went to look out the window. There were four cars parked outside of the house. The windows of the cars were tinted but I could see some movement from within them. No one was getting out the car though. They all just stayed there. Maybe Alec was checking up on Zayn again. He didn't seem to trust him a lot.

After watching for a few more seconds I started to feel uneasy.

"Zayn.." I whispered. I sat back down on the bed and lightly tapped his shoulder. I gave him a harder shake trying to wake him up. The cars outside were making me nervous.

Suddenly, Zayn rolled over and grabbed my arm. He pulled me down back on the bed to lay beside him. I jerked away and glared at him.

"Don't do that. You scared me." I snapped. Zayn looked at me through groggy eyes. He extended his arms wide and stretched. He propped himself up against the headboard and stretched once more. Zayn then proceeded to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Watch yourself. What time is it?"

I looked at the clock on the bedside table. "11:25"

"Fuck." He groaned.

"Zayn"

"What."

"There's cars outside. Four of them." I told him softly.

Zayn immediately sat up. He pulled me back down on the bed, out of view of the window.

"Did you open the window?" He asked me.