You're My Light

When Zayn stumbles upon a girl who has many secrets and cuts herself he decides to take her in. She doesn't trust him at first and is quick to try to escape. But he keeps her firmly trying to protect from herself. As she realizes she can overcome the hurt, the two fall for each other. Then a horrible event occurs, but the boys don't see it as too tragic. Will her secrets all be revealed? Only Zayn can bring the light back to her darkness and vanquish the evils that haunt her.

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32. Ready For This?

Charlotte POV

               I wake up, still in Zayn's arms. I shift a little and he shifts under me, but I check to make sure he is still sleeping. I gaze at him for a moment, tracing the plains of his face with my eyes. "Take a picture. It will last longer," He whispers, eyes still closed. I feel my eyes widen and he smirks.

               Playfully, I slap his arm. "Maybe I will," I laugh, climbing out of his arms gently and stretching. "We never went clubbing," I pout.

               "We can go tonight," He shrugs.

               "Where's Em and Belle?" I ask him.

               "Upstairs sleeping I think," He replies.

               "Oh okay," I respond. "I think I'm going to take a shower," I nod to myself and begin to make my way upstairs. I wasn't sure how to act around Zayn. I know I kind of like him, and I know that I must have been in love with him before, but I don't want to do anything I'm uncomfortable with. I want to re-get to know him again before anything serious happens. But, I can't deny the fact that when I'm with him I feel safer then when I'm not.

                I head upstairs and the first thing I do is go into Belle's room and jump on her. "Ow," She groans, and rolls over.

               "Morning," I chime.

               "Good morning Charlotte. I thought we grew out of this when we were thirteen," She complains.

               "Guess not," I shrug, smiling.

               "Do you remember anything?" She questions me. I flinch at the image from last night. "Anything besides that," She rephrases it.

               "No," I shake my head. We chat a little bit more before I get up and proceed to go take a shower. I take a nice, long, hot shower. By the time I've finished, all of the hot water is gone and the room is filled with steam.

               I dry off in the bathroom and pull my hair into a messy bun. I throw on sweat pants and a V Neck. Then I head to the room Zayn put me in when I got back here. I look around the room again and notice that there are a bunch of Zayn's clothes along with mine. Did we share a room? Or did he have so much stuff that it overflowed in here? 

               I look around the other rooms and notice none of his stuff is any of them. I sigh, take one last look in the mirror, and head downstairs. "Morning little sister," Emily chimes as I walk into the living room. I see all five members of One Direction sitting on the couches along with Eleanor and Danielle. 

               I smile and sit down, squished between Emily and Harry. They all smile at me and I try to ignore the fact that it's uncomfortable. "Any memories?" Eleanor asks me.

               "Nothing yet," Zayn answers for me. I refuse to let myself look at him because I don't know how I will react.

               "How are you doing?" Danielle questions.

               "Pretty good. Not cutting or anything," I joke, starting to laugh, but I see everyone's face go pale and serious. "It was a joke, I'm sorry," I say, trying to resolve the tension in the room. 

               "It's okay luv. We're just a little on edge," Liam speaks up. I risk a glance at Zayn and see him looking away. From what I can see, he has a pained expression on his face.

               "Let's watch a movie until later," Harry suggests. I relax my position, feeling the tension weaken and drift off. I feel a small tingling where my arm is touching Harry, but it isn't nearly as strong as Zayn. 

               I close my eyes and try to remember something about anything, but all that happens is the warm feeling becomes unbearably hot like a stinging pain. I flinch up and open my eyes to find everyone staring at me. "When I try to remember the warm goes to hot," I try to explain, looking directly at Zayn.

                "It's your subconscious telling you that you aren't ready to remember," Emily states matter of factly. She thinks she's cool because she is taking a psychology course at the University.

                "Gee thanks," I mutter sarcastically. They put in Toy Story and I relax back in the couch. We watch all three movies and then Niall runs out to get Nandos. By now it is 6 o'clock and we plan on leaving around 7:30. 

                 All of us begin to eat Perrie Perrie chicken and I see Harry eyeing Belle. I elbow him and he almost chokes on his food. "What?" He complains.

                "Stop checking out my friend," I whisper. His cheeks flush a deep shade of red as he looks down a his food.

               When we are done I throw my plate away and walk over to Eleanor. "Do I have clothes to go clubbing?" I ask her quietly. She nods, smiling and tells me where in the room they are. 

               I head upstairs and check it out. I pick out black skinny jeans, a grey tank top blouse that hugs my mid-drift and shows cleavage, and a black leather jacket. I top off my outfit with black stilettos. Before I head downstairs, I apply some liner, shadow, and mascara. I put my mobile in the jacket pocket and make my way down.

              "Holy fuck," Everyone mumbles except for Belle.

              "What's wrong?" I ask them.

              "Honey you are drop dead gorgeous. They are clearly in shock of your beauty," Belle says grabbing my arm. 

               "What? Nuh uh," I deny it.

               "Yeah huh," Louis mumbles behind me. I laugh as Eleanor smacks his arm. We make our way outside to have a fun night out clubbing. 

We all walk down the street together. "Where's the club?" I ask.

"At the corner," Danielle points down the street as Eleanor hooks her arm through mine. I look at her strangely.

"Too soon?" She questions, unhooking her arm.

"No it just surprised me. It's fine I guess," I reply and she smiles, putting her arm through again. We all walk together and they talk mindlessly but I just look around the street for any signs of recognition. 

"You sure you're ready for this?" Belle asks me right before we enter the club.

"Nope." I say, pushing the door open and entering inside.

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