My Baby Penguin ( One Direction )

Darkness and Zayn

After the rush of autographs increased to 26.34 per second, I looked at Niall, who was singing and looking at me sign these autographs with a strange look on his face. Almost amused, and happy.

With that reassurance, I signed my name on various objects with a new motivation. I smiled, high-fived, and chatted. I directed people over to Justine and Liv, who were getting a couple autographs, too. I guess people figured if they were with me, they were going to be worth an autograph soon. I'm not sure why I'm worth it though. I mean, I know, Niall and everything.. but didn't they hate me because of the car accident? I shook my head and smiled. I couldn't deny that I was enjoying it.

Soon they were finishing up their songs, and chatting with fans off the stage as men packed up the gear. Occasionally you'd see one of the boys flashing us a smile, holding up the 'just a sec' symbol with their hand.

Justine and Olivia have a starstruck look in their eyes as we make our way back to the car. I laughed as I realize the familiar situation we had gotten ourselves into. Justine and Liv had gotten dropped off with the promise of a ride home.

I realized there would be some major lap-sitting going on, and I laughed. Liv looked at me, clueless. She knew something was going on, as she squinted her eyes at the moment, but she said nothing of it. The boys slipped into the car, knowing of what was going on. Not that it was new to them or anything. I jumped in and chose to sit myself heavily on Niall, who made an 'ooph' sound on my impact and wrapped his arms around me shamelessly. 

Justine and Liv looked into the car with wide eyes, looking at my example awkwardly. Zayn and Harry were in the back with Niall, so Liv got in first and hesitated before Zayn pulled her into his lap, ruffling up her hair.

Justine didn't look very happy, but she made her way onto Harry's lap. Harry looked over her shoulder and smiled at her, but Justine just looked out the window, her feet not even touching the ground.

"Everybody set, then?" Liam asked with a worn out grin. I'd bet he'd be worn out, being 1/5 of 1D didn't exactly wake you up. That won't stop you from being up all night though, will it? Yeah? *Ba-dum-tisssss*

Everyone nodded and the car was pulled into motion.Justine was stiff on Harry's lap, and Harry looked confused and a little hurt. But mostly confused. Liv was starting to relax and looked like she was going to pass out. In her hand was a crumpled ball of papers. On those papers was random cellphone numbers of fans. We had all gotten them, but I advised that we didn't even try to contact them.

If we did that now, we'd have to live up to that expectation for everyone. But I didn't want to worry myself over that, so I just molded myself to Niall's chest, who happily hugged me in, closing his eyes and resting his cheek on the top of my head. I could feel his content heartbeat with my head against his chest. Why is everything so perfect?

Don't jinx it, I told myself. I softly floated off into oblivion.

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I woke up placed softly on my bed, a blanket covering up my shoulders. The lights were off, and I heard breathing coming from the other side of me. It was Niall I could tell by the outline of his body given off by the moonlight of the window. I sat up on the edge of the bed, and looked around the shadowed room, a friendly kind of darkness covering the walls. 

Then I heard a noise. I soft sniffle, followed by a pound on the wall. I stood up from the bed and crept to the door. In the hall, there was a clearer noise of sobbing coming from the next door room. Shuffling over in my sweatpants and tank top. I tapped the door twice with my knuckle before creaking the door open just a smidgen. The he was, the source of the sound.

 A single lamp lit up the room, and there was Zayn, standing with his forhead pressed against the wall. He sniffed again, and rubbed his eyes before looking at me. "I- uh. Hey, Jess." He shrugged off my entrance and walked over to the bed, where he slumped over and laid on top the covers. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, awkwardly patting my hand on his back, which was bare, might I add. I didn't mind though.

No not that way, I mean just like it didn't affect me- just forget it.

"Whats wrong, Zayn?" I gave him a concerned look, even though he couldn't see it, as he was laying in the opposite direction. 

"Er. It's Baylee." Baylee. I hadn't seen the poor girl in ages! I don't even think I have text her. Then again, she hasn't text me either. I mentally shrugged and rolled my eyes, then returned my focus on Zayn, who was talking. "- and so I broke up with her."

"You WHAT?" I gasped at him, my jaw dropping. "Wait- why? What, huh?" I shook my head, struggling to put the story together. I need to pay attention.  Zayn gave me kind of a 'What the Hell?' look.

"She fucking cheated on me. And worse, she posted picures! On facebook! And worse STILL, it was with like an old wrinkly 42 year old. " I gave him a disgusted look. I was angry, but for some reason it didn't really surprise me all that much. Looking back on it, there were signs.

"Jeez. Oh my god, Zayn. I'm so sorry. " He wiped his eyes, which were by now starting to dry. He shrugged, and we stayed in silence. Then I couldn't help it, and a giggle bubbled up from my throat. Zayn looked at me.

"Pffft, hahaha. Dude, I'm sorry, but, a 42 year old? Let me see these pictures." Zayn smirked slightly, then laughed a little along with me. He stood up and picked up his laptop off the floor, which was connected to a charger low on the wall. Bringing it back over to the bed, he pressed the power button and pulled up the Internet. He typed in facebook, and sure enough right in the middle of the screen, was a photo of Baylee, small and not so innocent in a black sequined mini-dress practically humping this guys creased khaki pant leg. It was the most unnatural combination I had ever seen. And it was hilarious.

So Zayn and I laid there for the rest of the night, clicking through these picture and laughing hysterically at this couple. We played music and danced around in his room, which was more or less difficult with a concrete leg. We were even doing a twit-cam to mess with everybody. Zayn being Zayn, he had a mini fridge in his room, so we partied with monster energy drinks and spooned store-bought potato salad. This guy had to be my new best friend.

Eventually ofcourse, Zayn crashed on his pillows and I moved to the door to go back and lay with Niall. Zayn muttered a goodnight and waved before he closed his eyes. I smiled and returned the gesture and walked down the hallway. What a awesome night. 

Shame about Baylee though, she was so sweet. I felt like we had been through a lot. But I guess through her loss, I became closer with Zayn. And thats alright with me. 

The door creaked as I slipped through the frame and made my way to the bed. I lowered my self into Niall's arms, and I kissed his nose. He smiled in his sleep at my touch and I giggled at his adorableness. Is that a word? Adorableness? It's possible, but it doesn't seem quite right. Nuzzling my face into his neck, I signed contentedly and went swiftly back into sleep.

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I think that one was a bit shorter, but I'm really happy with the writing in this one. I can already see the plot forming. Good good! I bet you thought this story was nearing the end! Well you thought wrong! Bwahaha. 

I hope you enjoyed. I would some some feedback! I would totally be all like "this many votes for next chapter," but I won't ever do that, I promise.  I would just enjoy some comment and votes!

G'Night! 

-Jay Jay