That's How We Fell! (ft.Zayn Malik)

Chapter 26

A/N:
Longer chapter than usual! Enjoy!
Xx

~Zayn~

Ray stood in the corner of the room like a child waiting to be reprimanded by her mother. It was such an innocent, vulnerable moment to watch Rachael standing like that, her bottom lip trembling, her gaze cast down.

"Rachael?!"

"Yeah?!" She sounded nervous.

"It's late," I said.

She looked up. "I'm sorry. I'll go back to my room. I-I just wanted to make sure y-you're okay. I'll go," she blabbered and started walking away.

"Or maybe you can stay the night with me," I suggested. She stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at me, shock evident in her face.

"What?!"

"I said-"

"I-I heard you. A-are you sure?!" She asked.

I nodded.

"Ummm.. alright. I'll change my clothes and I'll be back," she said and left the room.

I smiled to myself.

~Ray~

I changed into a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt before I walked back into Zayn's room. Zayn smiled when he saw me which I returned with a tight lipped one. He patted the space next to him, scooting over giving me space.
I settled down next to him, laying such that my back was facing him. Before I could control, tears slipped down my cheek bones. I sniffed when Zayn spoke.

"Ray, you okay?!"

I sniffed, trying to wipe my tears. I then gave up. "No-"

"Rachael-"

"Zayn?! Hold me! Please??" I pleaded. I heard Zayn's breath hitch but that was the last thing I could care about when Zayn snaked his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. I closed my eyes and finally relaxed against Zayn's chiselled chest.

"Hey, shhh," Zayn cooed.

"I'm sorry," I said, in between my tears.

"Rachael, it's not like I'm dead," he joked, smile lacing his voice.

I turned around in his arms. "Don't talk like that, Zayn. Don't, okay?!" I scolded him.

Zayn's smile faded away. "I'm sorry, Rachael."

I reached for his face, tracing his forehead. His hairline. "Zayn, I didn't sleep-"

He sighed. "I know. I trust you. I'm sorry," he said.

"I-you c-cut-"

"Rachael, go to sleep."

"No, Zayn. I-"

"Goodnight, Rachael," he said, smiling softly. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

I sighed, giving up. "Goodnight, Zayn."

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~Zayn~

Watching Rachael was strange yet so comfortable. It was weird for me to be holding a girl, so securely without having sex or anything intimate between us. Rachael's face was tucked safely in the crook of my neck, her warm breath tickling my shoulder. The more I looked at Rachael, the more gorgeous she looked. I slowly reached over to push away the piece of hair that was falling on her face. Suddenly, Rachael stirred. She slowly opened her eyes, squinting them due to the sudden light.

"Morning, Rachael," I greeted her.

Rachael gave me one her beautiful smiles that she rarely showed. "Goodmorning," she chirped and cuddled closer to me.