What If love is real

70.

Zayn's POV

I couldn't help but stare at her little face perfectly fitting on my shoulder, her small snoring filled the quiet room and I chuckled every time she starts speaking gibberish in her sleep. She's way too drunk.

I know this is so messed up, the next day we will be fighting and both regretting all of this. But I can't help it, she came to me and I couldn't refuse.

It been a really long time since I was craving her by my side, a friend or girlfriend I never minded. I just wanted her to be next to me.

" Zayn " She mumbled under my face.
" Yes "
" I'm cold " She answered leaving her eyes closed
I sighed, unsure what should I do ?
" Do you think you can walk ? " I was literally whispering in her ear.
She shivers from my action and I couldn't help but smile .
Her lips moved to talk obviously, but she came back to sleep without saying anything. I hold my breath ignoring her giggles, she's drunk and god knows what she's thinking to be smiling alone.

I lift her from the couch and into my arms to carry her upstairs, I pushed the duvet with one hand and lay her gently on the bed then moved away after covering her to warm up .

I gazed at her as she slept. Her golden hair was falling across her face and she brushed it off to reveal her beautiful face. This color brought out a different beauty to her little face ,  She looked genial in her sleep. Almost like a child, and I started  wondering if she wasn't lying , what if I was mistaken , what If somewhere inside her and I  there is still love that we carried to each other.

I laughed quietly remembering her saying that I too must be drunk . And maybe I am, Only one kiss made me change my mind so quickly .

I sighed releasing all cumulated stress from this day, and lay down on the couch .

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" I have always been waiting for this .. " He said sliding the dress strap from my shoulder

" You were always an annoying bitch, whining over and over .. " He continued, his hands tracing the skin on my arm .

" You lied about Nate rapping you " He smirks and continues " Well, I'm gonna show you what rape is !! " A wicked smile was traced on his lips and Nate's usual face in my dreams turned to Zayn's .

He kept undressing me, tearing away the tissue that was barely covering my skin, it wasn't the same dress from my nightmares but it was the dress that I was wearing today . The black silk was easily removed, and Zayn was already doing for me the same Nate did.

I was in shock and fear, the tears were warm against my bruised cheeks . He was the last person I imagined he could do that, I loved and trusted him . But he was at the end just like Nate . All guys are alike, they only hunt for skin and sex . Love for them can never be real  .

" Not you, Zayn please ...  "

" Not again " ... it took me a minute to figure out that those screams are not inside of my dreams. it was Sandy yelling asleep . She's probably having a nightmare.

I hurried upstairs to where she sleeps, her eyes were still closed, and she was burying her head in the pillow . When I tried to wake her, a terrified expression was drown on her face. Her forehead shining from sweat , I gently took her in my arms, her head rested on my bare chest and my arms stroking her back .

" It was a nightmare , I'm here " she was still sleeping, I guess .. I couldn't help but comfort her.

I remember the first time I witnessed her having those nightmares, she was afraid and terrified . She never agreed on telling me why she's having them, but I knew after that it was from her past and what happened with that guy. My mind was getting so confused, how can all this be happening and at the same time it's all a lie .

How did I trust Melanie and not her? Melanie could be lying too ... I barely know her  !!                      I cursed out loud at how stupid my mind was, and I slap my mouth for almost waking her while she hardly get back to sleep.

How did I not see that before, why would Sandra lie and not Melanie . Of course I let my anger and jealousy storm off . I should start thinking of how I will get her back and make her forgive me. She will not remember any of this tomorrow .

Before covering her body, I decided to get her out of this uncomfortable dress and besides she was all soaked in sweat from her nightmare . I first slide one of my shirts over her small head then pulled her dress from the bottom, the shirt was long and covered her body so I didn't see anything .                I don't know if I'm convincing my self or trying to be ready when she yells at me tomorrow .

Before leaving I bended over and put a light kiss on her forehead gently wiping away the tear that was escaping her eye "Stay with me" her voice was wretched and her hand catches mine.

I narrowed my eyes weighting the pros and cons of me staying in the same bed as her, while she's probably still drunk and also sleeping. She's not really aware of what she wants, specially that she is so damn pissed at me .

I sighed giving up, I joined her under the duvet and she enlaced me with her arms like a little monkey. A smile was obvious on my face, I just did the same to her, resting a hundred kisses on her hair .

Tomorrow will be a difficult day. 

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Sandra's POV

My eyes snap open, it was dark .. I can't recall anything . My mind is fuzzy, the last remnants of a nightmare being chased away by the realisation that I am awake again. It was a terrible nightmare, not like the usual ones that I get from Nate . it was the same scene, same bloody situation but the main character of the story was different this time, it was Zayn . 
My head is pounding. I tried to move but I felt heavy and stuck on the bed. My jaw drops when I noticed someone's black hair on my chest, my hands were resting on his bare back and his were entangled around my body.  I saw the boy shirt on me and the familiar smell on it. Oh my god !! my mind is in total blackout,

I can't remember anything from what happened yesterday, I don't even know where am I ? Who's clothes am I wearing ? Who's that guy basically crashing his head on my chest and who the hell undressed me ? 

I slapped my hand when I realized what am I thinking .. Did this guy undressed me ? Fuck , Did we sleep together ?? No no no ... I'm having a mental breakdown .

I'm trying to move away from his embrace but his tight arms on me aren't really helping . My cheeks felts hotter than they already are and my mind is embarrassed on behalf of my stupid me, god knows what I did or said yesterday . How did I met him ? I hate being clueless .

I felt his body moving and I tense, I thought that I will just pretend that I'm sleeping and I will ran away as soon as he gets inside his bathroom or  move away to somewhere.

This is so embarrassing ! I shut my eyes tight as the boy groaned and stretched up .

I heard a chuckle and a law yawn ! I'm so scared by whoever I'm with, what if he's a serial killer or a psycho . I mentally slapped my forehead at how my actions are so careless sometimes, no all the time.

I was praying inside that once I'll open my eyes it will all go away, I'll be nicely sleeping in my room, I don't mind getting those nightmares back but hell no, not with Zayn with them . I've been used to Nate, I can handle him but not Zayn.

I believe he is already somewhere since for minutes now I haven't heard a sound. I moved slightly my eyelids to get a glance of the room.
" I better hurry " I murmured to my self and slid my bare legs outside the bed.
" boooo " The man's voice made me choke in my own breath. My eyes were out and my jaw dropped when I saw the familiar tattoos on the bare chest giggling and rolling in laughter on the ground.