Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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Amanda's POV

Very slowly and quietly I hesitantly open Trish's door, in fear of her waking up and doing something crazy or still thinking anything bad of me, because I do feel bad for her. She didn't really go crazy until I selfishly blew up on her.

Three days have passed though, three days since Clyde and I talked to Zayn and Trish fell into a sleep, a long one too. I don't know what has happened to her ever since three days ago, but it's my guess is she is just a little out of her usual state of mind... or crazy.

When I finally open the door wide enough to peak my head through, all I can see from the dark of the night is Zayn sitting in a chair next to her on the bed, and her sound asleep on the bed.

I close the door before Zayn can notice that I am there, and now I know what is going on, and I don't know if I will ever find the courage to tell anyone, but all I can say now, is that I have never been more worried for a friend in all of my life.

Trish's POV

"Okay, so I had this friend back home and she used to always say that more than three sugars in your coffee would make you stay up an extra couple of hours; is that true?" I ask the guy behind the cashier of the small coffee joint inside of a library that Zayn and I are visiting.

"That is a myth." He says and gives me the change back for the coffee, but I just dump the change in a tip jar.

"Oh, well then." I say and take my coffee when he finishes making it. "Thank you."

I walk past all the book aisles to try and hunt down Zayn, taking a few sips of my coffee every few steps and looking as hard as possible to find him.

I end up finding him five minutes later sitting on the floor between two bookshelves with twenty or so books spread open around him. "Hey, don't you think a table is easier than the floor?" I chuckle and walk over to him, he scatters and shuts all the books, and stops writing whatever he is writing and stands to look at me.

"Hey Trish! What took you so long?" He grabs my shoulders and spins me around, placing an arm around me and walking in the opposite direction of where he was only seconds before.

"I had a short conversation with the coffee guy, what were you reading? You had several books," I ask and mean to add more to what I am saying but he immediatly answers my question.

"Oh, that, I was just, uh looking at several books about cooking, because I wanted to cook you dinner; it was supposed to be a suprise." He frantically tells me and we end up sitting where the newspaper stands are.

"Awh, that's so sweet Zayn." I kiss his cheek before sitting down in a chair.

"Here, read this while I go clean up those books." He grabs a random newspaper and throws it down at the table.

"Zayn, wait." I grab his hand before he can leave.

His chest rises and lowers rapidly and I show him how to breath normally. "Sorry, what do you need Trish?"

"Why are you treating me like this?"

"Like what?" He stupidly throws this oblivious question out.

"Like, well a baby. You seem to need to tell me to do stuff or else I'll disobey. Trust me when I say I love being around you, but now you stick to me so close like you're watching over me." I admit and drink some coffee to stop my mouth from continuing.

"I'm sorry, I just am trying to figure stuff out and-"

"What's there to figure out?" I wonder out loud, not meaning to cut him off.