Zayn and I had finally reached the hotel down the street from his old house. He seemed quiet as we drove down the street and then walked into the hotel. We walked to our room, one bed, one bathroom, and a small kitchen space. Zayn started setting up the couch
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Making myself a bed." he stated
"Why? You can sleep on the bed I don't mind."
"Okay." Zayn answered nervously.
I got into my pajamas and crawled into bed on the right side, Zayn took off his shirt shoes and pants and climbed in his boxers to the left side. We laid quietly back to back.
"Madie?" I hear Zayn whisper.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"I'm sorry."
I turned over slowly now facing Zayn's back.
"For what?"
Zayn tuned over now facing my face.
"For dragging you into this, for being so mean to you, for making you feel under apreciated."
"It's okay." I said quietly as I began to turn back around.
Zayn gripped my arm and lightly pulled me back to face him. His hand then fell on my cheek caressing it slowly.
"No it's not, I'm so sorry Mads. I just dont know how to show emotion."
I smiled at him. "Zayn it's okay, let's talk about this some other time okay?"
"Okay." He said.
Zayn pulled me in close, wrapping his arms around me lovingly, kissed my forehead, and nuzzled in close.
I smiled, as I slowly dazed off to sleep.
Zayn's P.O.V.
I was finally ready to tell her how I feel.
She told me that we could talk about it some other time, but I feared that time would never come.
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The Dead Still Live. (A Dark Zayn Malik FanFiction)
FanficYou died. Well you were suposed to. They told everyone that you died anyway just so they could preform tests on you to possibly find the cure for human death. But you aren't alone. Many others are like you. They died and came back to life as well. Z...
