Bad Habits z.m. (BWWM)

Chapter 6

"Awe, that's so cute! Look at my boy Zayn getting the girl." Is the first thing I heard. I stretched my arms and yawned only to see hands fall in my lap. I looked back to see a tired Zayn reaching to wipe his eyes. I was comfortably rested in his chest and Twenty-one Pilots played at medium level in my ears.

I stand up to my feet and brush down my hair. Zayn slowly gets up as I walk out of the door feeling embarrassed. He followed me outside as I walked farther away from the base.

"That was so embarrassing you know." I remark.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to help you." He says slowly with a hint of an attitude.

"But now they're gonna be teasing us about it. I've got enough to deal with being a woman and all." I whine mostly talking to myself.

"Well I'm sorry that I care." He says before mumbling curse words and talking in what I think is Urdu.

I stop once I get far enough into the bushes. I turn around and look at him. He bumps into me and looks up surprised. I look down at his hands as he holds our bags.

"Why did you bring that?" I ask.

"We're leaving." He says.

"What, now?" I question frantically.

"Yes Cookie, they're coming for the camp. We have to go, now." He says and starts walking. Gosh I love it when he calls me that. I stand where I am, still not understanding.

"What about Derek? He has to come." I said pointing back to the camp.

"I forgot and I'm sorry. But we have to go." He says turning around to start walking again.

"But he has a girlfriend at home. Cupcake, imagine if you die without telling the person you're in love with that you love them one more time." I pleaded. He stood there for a few moments just staring at me. Then he strides toward me and stands in front of me, our closeness bringing butterflies into my stomach.

"I know you want to help him but we can't help everybody, " He talks lowly, his voice tender making me want to close my eyes and just listen." "If we go back, there's a chance that we won't leave again. I know you feel bad about it, trust me I do too." I scoff at that. "Cookie, I'm serious. I really want to keep yo- us safe. Please come on before we fall behind." He says. He stands there waiting for my answer. I look at him then I look behind me.

"Okay." I said giving up.

"Thank God." He whispers starting to walk again. Once we get a good pace I start a conversation.

"What are the tattoos for?" I ask looking over at his toned arm.

"Different things." He says as he steps over a root.

"Well tell me about one."

"This python," He says rolling up his sleeve pointing to his shoulder. "Is for the bad I've done. I think of it biting me when I'm about to do something wrong." He says shrugging.

"Wow, that's so...wow." I respond, processing what he just said. He looks over at me and smiles. I bite my lip trying to hold back my silly grin.

"What about you, any tattoos?"

"No, but now I want one. I'll find something that tells my story. Sort of like your python." I said almost tripping but feeling his hand guiding me on my back. I feel tingles in my stomach.