The Ride Of My Life - Book 3

Chapter 6

Hey, I tried to get this up but when I was about 2k words in, it crashed and deleted -_- so here's the chapter xx

For the first time in a very long time, I woke up not alone in my bed. I felt a strong and very muscular hand holding onto me, holding me close to their body and I looked down seeing all of his tattoos and amazing pieces of art which were sprawled over his arms and shoulders.

He always looked peaceful when he slept. His hair was fluffy and fell down on his forehead and his lips were pouted as if they were expecting a kiss. His skin looked delicate and as if you could run your fingers up and down it a million times and it wouldn't lose its perfect texture.

I brushed the hair off of his forehead as I looked at his dark curtain of lashes which covered the edge of his eyes. He looked so harmless, so sweet and the well he cuddled into me, I couldn't help but to smile.

I had to go though, my head was throbbing as I let out a wince. That always happens though. Whenever you're hurt if kills like a bitch the next day. I hold onto my nose carefully, feeling the bandages from the night before stuck on it.

I moan lightly to myself at the small pang of hurt which came from this recent gesture causing Zayn to stir beside me.

"Y-You okay?" He whispers out in a husky tone. I look down at him, seeing his eyes only half open as he looks up at me. "Yeah, it's just my nose hurts a tad." I chuckle, biting my lip as I flick my hair up. I kick my legs over the side of the bed, burying my head in my hands as I try to wake myself up properly.

"Lay down with me," He huffs as he grabs onto my hand, causing me to turn around. I do as he asks, laying down next to him with a small smile, our hands stay linked together and he lets out a small laugh.

"You slept in today," I say, knowing that he's always up and ready before me, leaving the cold bed all to myself. "Yeah I know," He huffs. "That doesn't hurt anyone though," He gets out as he adjusts his hair again, biting on his lip.

"No it doesn't." I smile as I let go of the embrace, sitting back up on the edge of the bed. "I'm just going to get a coffee," I say softly, hearing the light chatter coming from the kitchen. "I'll be out in a minute babe, let me just wake up first." He sighs, closing his eyes and laying his head back on the pillow again causing a small chuckle to leave my lips.

I walk out of the room, not caring that I was in nothing but boxers and plopped up on one of the bench chairs, looking down at the bench which was covered in guns and blades.

I look over to Harry who was fully dressed with a red bandana holding hair together and Louis, who had a pair of silver rimmed sunglasses sitting upon his head. Each of them folding their blankets that they used from the night before.

"Morning lads," I smile over to them, watching them come back to the sprawled out variety of weapons.

"What's with all the erm... guns?" I ask with a chuckle. "I'm going out today on the road - filling in for Zayn." Louis chuckles. "Self-explanatory." Harry adds with a snort.

"Zayn's not going out today?" I ask raising my eyebrow.

"No Zayn's leaving tonight, Harry's staying for good and I'm leaving in a couple of minutes." He chuckles as he places two of the small guns in each of his pocket on the inside of his gang jacket.

"Do they get heavy?" I ask looking at them, watching him load them. "I'm not running anyway, I'm riding." He says with a nod, looking back down. "What did you need?" He asks to his lanky husband whose eyes scanned the bench, looking between every nook and cranny.