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Niall POV

I couldn't sleep at with my legs being stuck from all this crap that fell on top of me, then I have Zayn resting against my chest. I honestly don't mind at all. He looked very tired and frighten a bit, but I felt him relax when I hold him closer to my cold body.

I felt warmer when Zayn wanted to cuddle with me. I wasn't shivering anymore which was better for me and I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering Zayn's facial features. His beautiful olive tone skin and his lips looked so soft and pouty.

Wait why in the hell am I thinking these thoughts? I can't like Zayn he's to weird, but I can't decline that he has a rocking body. Those premature abs making my mouth water, how can Zayn be this perfect?

"Am I to heavy to lean on you? I should get up now." Zayn mumbles, as he leans up. I automatically pulled him back into my chest feeling at peace.

"Your fine Zayn, you should get some sleep." Niall whisper, then rested his chin on Zayn's hair.

"You think help is coming on the way? I know you must be tired of being trapped in here with me." Zayn huffed.

"I hope they come soon, but I don't think it's that bad being stuck with you." I say truthfully.

"R-Really?" Zayn asked shyly smiling.

"Yeah, I was being jerk to you at my house on your birthday. I'm sorry."

"I accepted your apologize. Correction my birthday was a two days before, but thanks." Zayn sassed a little.

"Liam said you don't celebrate birthdays, how come?" I asked staring at Zayn's brown eyes which look sadder.

"The day I was born my mother died at birth. I felt it was my fault that she's gone, I took my mother's life. Don't you think I should be blamed for killing her for bring me into this cruel world?" Zayn asked his voice cracking, tears threaten to spill from his eyes.

I hold Zayn tighter his face buried against neck feeling his tears slide down my chest. This fragile sensitive boy that I have him my arms is so strong and he needs someone to be there for him. I'm willingly to be that person.

"Listen to me Zayn, you didn't kill your mother. She didn't deserve that, but life is tough sometimes, but I bet she's looking down at you and watching you close by. She loves you and no one is blaming you for her death." I manage to say, as I rub his back, his skin is extremely soft and flawless.

"Thanks you Niall, I feel much better about myself now." Zayn says with a small smile.

"Your welcome." I say with a smile back, it couldn't take my eyes away from his pale pink lips tempting to kiss the life out of them. I couldn't stop myself inching closer and closer to his lips and Zayn wasn't moving away, he looked like he wanted it to happen, my lips almost against his, only a small space between us and a little movement our lips could touch, but who will make the first move?

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I'm such a major tease.

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