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Chapter 7.

[Gretchen's POV]
I woke up, my shirt soaked with sweat. I was in my dorm instead of the hospital. Perrie was passed out in the bed next to mine and I giggled at my best friend.

She had a weird conversation last night though. Perrie actually left the room, and being the moral person I was, I stayed put. But I wanted to ask her who was on the line.

Zayn. His face randomly popped into my thoughts. He texted me last night, asking if I was okay. He's so sweet.
I smiled to myself and hopped out of bed, quietly in attempt to allow her a few more minutes of sleep.

My legs dragged me to the bathroom where I took a quick shower, I hadn't showered since before the hospital trip, and I stunk.

After quickly getting dressed and doing my hair I left for my first class. And only until I was seated and scribbling down notes, did I realize how tired and emotionally drained I was.

I wonder if Zayn was going to show up for math today. Probably not. He just got out of the hospital for god's sake.
Literature really sucked. My teacher dragged on about grammar. Thoughts of Zayn kept creeping back into my mind before pushing them away.

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After all of my other classes I walked into math and took my seat, I was the first one like usual and I just drummed my fingers on my desk as I pulled out my laptop.

I jumped up in my seat when a familiar deep voice spoke to me.

"Zayn?" I rose an eyebrow at him and opened up my laptop.

"In the flesh." he smirked and slipped into the seat next to mine. His knee touching mine.

I scoffed, "How are you feeling?"

"Better," he nodded and pulled out his laptop.

"I've never seen you take notes before? Are you sure your the real Zayn?" I lightly punched his arm and opened up a word document. Class coming close to starting.

"You know I had a dream," Zayn started.

"Don't even," I giggled and covered my face with my hands. "You need help."

"True." Zayn chuckled and the professor cleared his throat. Zayn coughed, "What a fatty,"

All I could remember from that class was the amount of laughter that never seized to stop spilling out of my mouth.

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"That was the best math class." I told Zayn as we walked towards his dorm. I was struggling with the lesson today so be offered to help me study. I trust Zayn enough now to go to his dorm alone. I have this feeling that he would protect me if anything was to happen to me.

"Totally." he mimicked a female voice causing the two of us to burst out in obnoxious laughs.

We finally neared his dorm. Zayn unlocked the door allowing me to walk in. The room spelled like Zayn and some weird mint smell. Harry kind of smells like mint so the familiar smells helped relieve the stress.

"So how about that math?" Zayn rose an eyebrow and plopped down on his bed. I carried my backpack over to his bed and climbed on. Sitting at the foot of the bed I watched as Zayn flipped through my textbook that I had handed to him. "Let's get started." Zayn sat the book down on his lap and rubbed his hands together before winking at me.

I'm really unsure of how much studying is going to get done.

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[Zayn's POV]

So it's a Monday night and here I am, studying. Something I've never done before in my life. And with a girl. A girl! I've never been this close to a girl before without doing something that I'd regret. But here she is sitting at the foot of my bed studying the textbook on her lap. Pen in mouth. Hair wrapped up in a right bun on the top of her head.

I allowed a small smile to tug at my lips as she squealed with excitement.

"I understand now!" Gretchen cheered and waved her arms in a circle, a large grin plastered on her face.

"Awesome!" I yawned, excitement on the edge of my voice.

"What time is it?" Gretchen asked and closed her math textbook.

"Two in the morning."

"What! How do I get back to my dorm!?" Gretchen frantically mumbled and covered her mouth with one hand.

"You can stay in here, I don't want you walking alone in the dark." I told her reassuringly.

Moments later Harry stumbled through the door. Drunk. Great.

I heard Gretchen suck in a breath from beside me.

"Harry," I grumbled and got off the bed. After helping escort him to his bed, I took my seat back on my bed. "I can sleep on the floor." I told her and she nodded.

Not the response I was hoping for, but I respect her decision for obvious reasons.

I heard her get comfortable on my bed.

"Gretch?" I blurt.

"Yes." she groggily replied.

"Do you want to borrow a pair of my clothes so you don't have to sleep in jeans?" I await her response.

"Sure." Gretchen answered and I could just feel it in my gut that she was smiling.

I stood up from the floor and walked over to my dresser. Throwing her a pair of boxers and one of my t-shirts, she scurried over to the bathroom. As soon as the door clicked shut I quickly undressed and put on a fresh pair of boxers. I made my way back to the floor and Gretchen came out of the bathroom seconds later.

Harry's snores were all I could hear as Gretchen got comfortable.

"Zayn." her small voice squeaked.

"Yeah," I muttered, sleep suddenly washed over me.

"I'm still mad at you for calling me a bitch, but thanks for the clothes."

I couldn't keep myself from laughing.

"It's not funny." she groaned and turned over. Her silhouette throwing shadows across the walls.

"Kind of is." I told her and rolled over on my back. "But I'm sorry for calling you a bitch."

"Okay,"

Silence spread throughout the room and my eyes started to droop. Before I fell asleep I heard a small voice say goodnight.

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"NO STOP!"

I shot up in my makeshift bed. Gretchen was flailing on my bed, screaming stop over and over again.

"Gretchen." I stood up and walked over to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders, to keep her body from thrashing around. "Gretchen." I repeated and glanced up at Harry who was snoring loudly.

"Don't hurt me," her shaky voice stuttered.

"Gre-,"

"Zayn!" she yelped and her eyes clamped further shut. The lines in her forehead squished together.

With no unearthly idea on what to do I crawled into my bed and wrapped my arms around her shivering body.

I stroked her hair with my fingers and this feeling of utter content washed over me. Making me feel jittery. Her breathing slowed down and her lips parted. Gretchen's face relaxed and she turned over, snuggling her face in the crook of my neck and she snaked her arms around my bare torso.

The feeling felt so unnatural, but natural all at the same time. It was an indescribable feeling. As each second passed I grew more and more comfortable.

I think I like her a lot more than I had originally thought.

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Bad news. My phone is going on a trip, to my moms pocket. So I won't be able to update as often.

Sorry this chapter took a while btw.

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