New Life

Roses Wilt Eventually

"Kyara?" Zayn tried for her attention quietly with a soft frown that made Kyara's heart twist. She scooted back a little bit from their comfy position on the bed to look at him more directly.

"Yeah? Am I in trouble?" They had been in a comfortable silence for a little over an hour, neither having anything to say after three in the morning.

"No, I just have to ask... Why do you have blood on your knuckle?" He traced his fingers lightly over Kyara's right hand, brushing over the scarlet stain with care, just incase it was a wound. By the way Kyara's face flushed and the awkward laugh she gave, he assumed not.

"I kinda sorta punched Luke so hard he bled. Whoops." The blonde shrugged with an innocent smile. That smile did everything but innocent things to Zayn.

"Good job, love." Zayn nodded, resting his head back against the pillow as Kyara nestled hers against his chest. Zayn traced his fingers lightly over the scars on Kyara's bare hip bone. She had just never gotten around to putting that darn shirt on.

"Just so you know, this doesn't mean the entire world gets to know." Kyara may have come to accept the fact that Zayn now knew, but there was no way in hell she was ready for it to go public.

"Absolutely." Zayn nodded, his hand pausing his tracing for a moment. "Who all knows? Just so I don't accidentally tell someone who didn't already know."

"First of all, you shouldn't be talking about any of this with anyone. And Emma, Jaden, Ryder, Louis, Harry, Liam, and Niall know." Kyara thought she had everyone covered. Emma had texted her around midnight saying that she might have accidentally maybe let it slip to Niall. Liam had guessed and texted her about it a couple of weeks ago.

"So literally everyone in the group except for me knew?" Zayn looked a little distraught about this. Why wasn't he told? He was trustable, right? Right...? Totally.

"Pretty much. Wait, Michael and Ashton don't know." Kyara tried to assuage Zayn's jealousy, but to be honest, Mike and Ash weren't really in the group. They just sorta showed up sometimes. "We should do something later. When it's not three in the morning."

"Such as?" He honestly didn't want to hang out with anyone else right now. Zayn wanted Kyara, and only Kyara. He knew damn well that Kyara wouldn't assume they were dating, just because of a kiss.

"We could go shopping or just take a little walk around London." Kyara physically shivered when Zayn moved his hand to run lightly over her lower back. Weak spot.

"That would be nice. I've been needing new shoes and pants for a while." He didn't need shit. Zayn really just planned on spoiling the crap out of Kyara, but she didn't need to know that.

"Great. I'm gunna sleep for a bit wake me up when you're ready to leave." Much to Zayn's dismay, Kyara pulled away from him and curled up on the other side of the big bed to sleep.

And for the hundredth time that night, he wished that he had kissed her again.

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Two things were wrong when Zayn woke up. The first was the light sound of water running coming from the bathroom. The second was the absence of Kyara when Zayn's fingers reached out to where she had previously been when he had fallen asleep.

It took Zayn a full minute to figure out that Kyara was probably taking a shower, and that she hadn't been murdered and the killer was running a bath in the hotel room restroom. However, this realization didn't stop him from knocking lightly on the bathroom door.

"Yeah?" Kyara's voice was muffled by the thick steam and running water, but it was clear that she was fine.

"I was just making sure." Zayn heard Kyara scoff as he shuffled over to the little mini fridge tucked away in the corner of the room. When opened, Zayn found that it only contained a half jar of peanut butter. He made note to stop at the shop on the way home.