You wake up in the middle of the night screaming, again. Beads of sweat had formed on your face during your nightmare; the same dream you were having every time you close your eyes.
Your roommate; Zayn comes running into your bedroom, cradling you in his strong arms as you sob quietly, remembering the horrible dream you had.
'Do you wanna tell me what's going on? You've been waking up screaming for the past week babe.' Zayn says; rubbing his thumb over your cheek, wiping away your tears.
'I don't want to talk about it Zayn.' You reply.
'Okay, but you know I hate seeing upset.' He says.
'I know. I'm sorry Zayn.'
'Shh. Don't be sorry. Go on back to sleep, I'll be here.' He says, cuddling you closely.
You nod and snuggle up to his chest; falling asleep almost instantly.
You wake up the next morning; tangled with Zayn's arms and legs. You giggle softly as you try and get out of his grip.
'Zayn.' You say, nudging him softly.
'Hmm.' He breathes ou; pulling you tighter to his chest.
'Zayn! I'm trapped!' You shout.
'I know babe. And you're staying right here!'
'No! Zayn, seriously. I need to shower and get ready.'
'Don't care.' He replies absent-mindedly.
You look at him in awe. Was he serious? You start poking at his sides; making him jump. You giggle loudly as he opens his eyes to glare at you.
'(Y/n)! Stop!' He says through giggles as you carry on tickling him.
'Let me go then!'
'Never!' Zayn shouts, tickling you back.
You both laugh at each other; finding it hard to breathe as he continues poking your sides.
'Okay, okay! I give up.' You say; defeated.
'Woo!' He shouts out.
'You're so childish!'
'Haha! I don't care.' He laughs, pulling you in tightly.
As Zayn falls back to sleep; you manage to slip out of the bed without waking him. You walk into the bathroom; lifting your shirt above your head, staring into the mirror as you spot the bruises on your ribs. You sigh, remembering how you got them.
You shake yourself out of it and jump into the shower; letting the water wash over your exhausted body. After a good half an hour in the shower; you get out, wrapping the towel around you before walking into your bedroom.
You see that Zayn is still sleeping so you start to get a few pieces of clothes; laying them out on the sofa in the corner of your room.
'(Y/n)?' Zayn asks; making you jump.
'Yeah?'
'Where'd you get those bruises from?' He says; making you panic a bit.
'I fell and hit my back.' You lie.
'Babe. You can tell me anything, you know that don't you?'
'Of course. Now, I'll see you tonight at Niall's for his party! Bye!' You say; hurrying out the door, to work.
You sit in work; thinking about what happened with Zayn. You didn't want to lie to him but you couldn't tell him the truth. Zayn would go mad.
You were in a relationship that wasn't very good. Your boyfriend; Adam was amazing. Until last week. After an argument, he hit you and then he did it again. And again. That's when your nightmares started. You were too scared to end your relationship with him and you were dreading the party tonight because you'd be going with Adam.
