Your My Angel [ON HOLD]

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Kelsey’s POV.

It was only nine o clock but I was wrecked so I went to bed.

Harry said that he’d be up later because he really wasn’t tired, I told him that was fine and now its 2 am and I really can’t sleep.

Harry never came to bed so I went downstairs to check on him.

He was asleep on the small couch and Zayn was lightly snoring on another one.

I was just turning around when Zayn called my name.

“Yeah?” I replied.

“Can you not sleep?” he asked me sleepily.

“No ….” I said looking at Harry.

“He won’t wake up I swear …. I was just going to head upstairs …. You can sleep with me if you want?” he said looking a bit embarrassed.

“Thanks Zayn I really can’t sleep!” I said thankfully.

“It’s ok let’s go!” he said walking towards the stairs.

“Love you!” I whispered to Harry and blew a kiss.

I followed Zayn up the stairs and I into his bedroom.

It was decorated with blues and greens and had a massive mirror on one wall (typical!!)

Zayn walked over to the double bed and pulled back the covers, I hopped in one side and he slipped into the other side.

I pulled the covers up to my chin and closed my eyes …. It was quite cold and I shivered, I turned to face Zayn.

He saw that I had shivered and pulled me against his chest.

I listened to his slow but steady heartbeat.

It was much nicer to sleep next to Harry but this will have to do as the bad dreams are sometimes so real…..

I slowly fell asleep as Zayn’s breathing deepened and he fell asleep too.

I slept in peace and I dreamt of nothing for most of the night.

When the dream did start though it was horrible.

Harry was shouting at me for sleeping in Zayn’s room he thought something happened, suddenly I was in my underwear and Harry was crying when I tried to go and comfort him he stood up, pulled a knife out of his pocket and his face started too change from Johns to Julian’s and back to Harry’s.

I ran to Niall and….. kissed him ….. Than his face changed to Louis’s than to Liam’s and back to Zayn.

Harry suddenly turned the knife away from me and dug it into his own chest …..

I woke up all sweaty and in Zayns bed he had sat up and was trying to wake me.

The dream meant... Cheating …. I only slept in his bed Harry won’t be mad... Will he?

I started crying and Zayn pulled me into a hug and asked what was wrong.

“Nightmare!” I whispered.

“It was only a dream shhh” he whispered back.

When I had calmed down I pulled away and looked at the clock.

5:55am !!!!

“Oh my god Zayn sorry it’s so early!” I exclaimed as he hopped out of bed.

“I get up at half six anyways so it’s ok!” he replied smiling.