Final Book In the Sleepless Nights Series
"I need you."
"Harry.." I whispered as he leaned against me. I didn't want to push him off. I wanted to stay like this, pressed up against him but we were in a public area. Someone could recognize us and sna...
"Hey, Terra." I glanced up when Zayn called out to me. Inadvertently, my heart jumped when I looked at him. I always knew Zayn would grow out of his baby face but this.. This man staring at me from across the studio was not who I expected. His jawline grew defined over the years and he had grown into a sense of style that was a mixture of mature adult and teenage bad boy. Zayn and I were friends, I've never seen him as anything else. But damn, he was really fucking hot. Even Harry had admitted to me once, while he was drunk, that Zayn was a hot piece of ass. His words exactly.
"Yeah?" I asked, tilting my head at the question. He motioned for me to come closer and I stood up, the rolling chair squeaking a little as I lifted my weight off of it. "What's up?" I asked, slowly sitting next to him on the leather couch. He smelled a bit like weed and his fingers were stained in ink. He seemed nervous about something.
"I wanted to ask for your help." He said, rubbing his chin and looking up at me with his big brown eyes.
"About what? Girl trouble?" I joked. Zayn said nothing, just frowned a little. Had I said something wrong? Him and Perrie were still going strong right? They were engaged...
"No, not that." He said softly, with a sigh, pulling the beanie back, his hair popping out.
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"Okay.. So out with it then." I said, touching his arm lightly. "Something's bothering you."
"It's not.. I'm not really bothered Terra." He said slowly as his hand nervously scribbled out a drawing in the corner of his sketchbook. I said nothing, waiting for him to continue. It was better if he just talked. I didn't want to force it out of him. "I just feel a bit bad."
"Don't. Whatever's bothering.."
"I'm not bothered." He repeated, interrupting me before letting out a sigh. He was lying, I could tell but I wouldn't push it. "I just, I want you to help me write a song. I'm stuck on it." Zayn looked up at me almost shyly and I leaned back in surprise.
"Me? Why.." I paused. "The boys.."
"The boys don't understand. Not like you would." He corrected. "Besides, you were right. I need a woman's opinion." Zayn cracked a smile and I couldn't help but smile back at him.
"Zayn I would love to help you. Show me what you got." Excitedly, Zayn flipped through the sketch book. Pages of scratched out words and drawings filled previous entries of his book and when he finally came to a halt at a particular spot, I scooted closer him to read the words.
"This is just the chorus." He murmured.
The choices we make change the path that we take But I know That somewhere out there there's a path that we chose There's a life that we share, there's a love and it grows
"Oh my god." I murmured, looking up at him in wonder. "That's so beautiful."
"Really?" Zayn asked. He seemed just as shocked as I was. "I've never.. You're one of the only people I've showed my songs to. So I'm glad you like it." What? Who had he shown this to? "I never knew if they were good or not. I just wrote them." Zayn said softly, running his thumb over the words he had written.
