The D i r e c t i o n e r s Initiative [Ziall Horlik]

Chapter 9 - Wherever There is You, I will be There Too

Unedited: Might contain multiple typographical errors.

 

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I had woken up, with a groan to start my day, shaking my head to recall the possibilities of waking up in bed. My eyes are still shut, feeling the intense gaze of the sun through the blinds, when I felt the bed move –

wait –

WHAT!?

My fist are curled as I rubbed them against my eyelids, a few seconds before the flutter open, my vision immediately greeted by a familiar face, and when I realize, I’m lying on top of

“ZAYN!?”

The tanned skinned man below me is startled and starts to groan, and I push myself against him, trying to get far but I realize the firm grip of his (Zayn’s) hands, palms and fingers anchored to the small of my back.

“Zayn let me go.”

I hear groans from other people, and I look around finding Louis, Liam and Harry just rousing to my noisy morning antics.

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Louis: “Oww, my head hurts!” (Clasping his temples with both hand, eyes wide shut)

Liam: “Well, you don’t speak for yourself this time Lou.” (Half holding, half scratching his scalp)

Harry: “What time is it?” (Squinting his eyes against the blind light that was passing through the broken windows)

Liam: “Louis out did himself last night. My phone’s broken” (after reaching his phone from his pockets, sighing loudly at the cracks on the front screen)

Louis: “Sorry? I guess, I’ll warn you next time” (Puffs and plops down the rest of his body to the couch)

Harry: “It’s just the screen Liam, it still works. Hold on, I think I’m getting a call”. (Stands up and leaves the room)

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I was so sucked to the conversation that underwent, I had forgotten about the body underneath me, now shifting and I look down; to Zayn who holds a sly smirk in his face, all beautiful as the rays of morning light hit him like he was glowing.

“Getting comfy?”

“You wish. Wanna let me go now?”

But he shakes his head in a negative, his fingers coiling against them behind me, pushing our hips together, all that making my breath hitch as well.

“Haha, you have gotten lighter now Ni.”

“You speak like you carry me all the time.”

And he never responds, he just smiles, with all the glory that was his face, and I refuse to embarrass myself any further, feeling all warm and fuzzy, I reach my hand to his, trying to unwind them and acquire my freedom from his grasp, and he lets me.