Nightmare (4th Book in Messages Series and Zayn x Reader)

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(sorry I didn't update 4 times last time. I hit huge writer's block. )

It's been two months since I left (C/N). Two months since I stopped talking to Zayn again. Two months since I met (BF/N) (best friend's name) who has slowly became my best friend. We had common ground on a lot of things especially (C/N) cheating on the both of us with each other. I opened the door to Zayn and I's dorm quietly as it was around 1 AM. "Where have you been?" I jumped and turned around to see Zayn turn on a light. "I've been worried sick about you." I scoffed and hung my coat up on a hanger in my closet. "It's none of your business." I heard the bed creak as he got up. I turned around but I was pinned against the door of the closet. "It is my business. You could have been dead or something so it is my business." I rolled my eyes. "Do you think I'm just going to melt for you telling me you care like in high school?" I noticed his eyes were filled with hope. Was that even possible? I guess it was. "(Y/N). I don't have to care but I do because I love you and that's more than (C/N) did." I felt like I couldn't breathe. Not from his words being sentimental but being making me want to punch him. I pushed him off of me as I felt a tear fall down my cheek. "I was actually falling for you all over again but then you had to bring him up. God you're such an ass Zayn." I wiped my tears away from my cheek. "I honestly don't understand how you can be such an ass but I also want to forgive you as you were going to get me to break up with (C/N) so I wouldn't be hurt by him cheating on me but you didn't tell me. Didn't even hint at it so you're an asshole. I need you to stop talking about him. Stop talking to me and also stop being such a damn asshole to everyone that might like you even a little bit. Is that clea-." Zayn cut me off by smashing his lips into mine. His hands held my wrists to the sides of my head. My hands were balled up into fists and I tried to get out of his grip but his lips. They were so soft and sweet like cinnamon and vanilla which was such a cliche flavor combination. I started to kiss back and let my hands unclench from fists.  He let my wrists go to put his hands at my hips while I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me.  This was so wrong but it was so right. I loved Zayn's lips. I loved his hands on my hips. I loved him but I wasn't going to admit that.