Missing Pieces - z.m.

five

THIS IS AN IMPORTANT CHAPTER, BUT I WON'T REVEAL TOO MUCH. ENJOY READING. THERE'S GOING TO BE LOTS OF CUTENESS IN THIS ONE. 

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HOPE'S POV

"So, this is like a chase? One of their family member dies, while not killing a person from your side of the family, and then the other person decides that they're going to kill that person from your family, and it keeps going and going?" Zayn asks. 

I nod. I've told Zayn everything that happened hours before we met. I told him about what happened to my family, how my older brother Macit escaped before us so that they'd follow him and my twin brother, Daniel, and I would escape easily without any eyes on us, each of us going our own way. I told him about how much I miss them. I tell him about where I wonder each of them is, whether they managed to escape or not, whether they've found a place to stay in or not, and if they're safe. I poured my heart out to him, a person I've never met before, whom I know nothing of, and he stayed there, listening to every word that comes out from my mouth. He was very understanding with me, and whenever a tear streamed down my face, he'd wipe it with his thumb, and whisper, "Don't cry."

After collecting myself, I sit there, not saying anything. I must look really horrible now. I start wiping my face, suddenly becoming self-conscious. 

"I'm sorry you had to see that.." I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"It's alright, Hope, really. We all break down once in a while," Zayn says. 

How come he always knows the right thing to say? I wish I had that..

A yawn escapes my mouth, and I raise my hand and place it over my mouth.

"Let's go to bed," Zayn says, taking my hand with his.

He ushers me to go to his bed, but I don't budge.

"Hope?" Zayn asks.

"Yeah?" 

"Why aren't you going into the bed?"

"I don't want you to sleep on the couch, I'm the guest, this is your house." 

"Hope, it doesn't matter. You're a lady, you need it more than I do. I'll be fine seriously."

"But you've already taken me to your home, and I feel like I'm intru-" I was cut off by Zayn.

"You're not intruding at all, it's been a while since I've had someone stay in my house. Please, just go sleep in the bed."

"But-"

"Hope, just go to bed," he insists.

"But-"

"No more buts, you're sleeping the bed, and I'm going to be sleeping on the couch outside. Alright?" He says softly.

"Fine," I finally give in to his offer. There's no point in arguing with him anymore, because no matter how many times I tell him it'll be fine if I sleep on the couch, he still won't let me. 

He goes to his closet, grabbing an extra pillow and a blanket. He goes to open the door, but I stop him by saying, "Zayn."

He stops, and turns around, brows furrowed, "Yes?"

"Won't your back hurt in the morning?" I ask.

He smiles, "No Hope. I think it's safe to say that my couch is perfectly comfortable to sleep on. Anything else?"

"No." I say while shaking my head.

He opens the door, one foot stepping outside, but I stop him, once again. "Zayn?"