5. Chapter 5.
I'm woken up by the sound of screaming down the hallway. I run down to Mari's room and I see the boys' circled around her with faces of displeasure.
"What the hell's going on?" I ask before rubbing my face.
Harry moves his hair back with one hand and sighs angrily. "We don't know mate. But we are trying to get some fucking sleep."
"I think she's having a nightmare," Liam says.
"No shit Sherlock," Louis says and then Liam flicks him off.
I walk over to the bed and kneel beside it. "Go on," I say. "I'll take care of this."
"Are you sure Za-"
"Just go," I growl through my teeth.
The boys' all walk out of the room, mumbling things under their breaths, and they shut the door behind them. I bring my attention back to Mari and she has sweat forming on her forehead.
"Leave me alone," she says. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
I sit down next to her and brush her hair away from her face. "Wake up babe," I say before touching her cheek. I see her still moving on the bed. "C'mon Mari," I say close to her ear. This time her eyes shoot open and she looks at me with eyes full of terror.
"Zayn? Zayn?" she panics.
"Shhh, I'm right here babe," I whisper.
She looks up at me and gulps. "Hold me please," she says still effected by her nightmare.
"Uhh...I don't know Mar-"
"Please," she says grabbing both of my hands, on the verge of tears. "Just hold me."
I finally give in and sit on her bed. I pick her up and set her on my lap. She rests her head on my chest and I hear her sob silently. I wrap my arms around her in an attempt to comfort her.
"What did I tell you about crying?" I say. "You're way too beautiful to cry," I say before wiping a tear away from her cheek.
Suddenly I feel the urge to kiss her on the forehead, so I do it. As my lips touch her forehead I notice that her crying subsides. I remove my lips and she looks up at me. She wraps her arm around my waist and she pulls herself closer to me if that's even possible.
"Goodnight Zayn," she says.
Sooner or later I hear small little snores escaping her lips, which tells me that she finally fell asleep. I just sit there and find myself looking at her face moments later. She looks even more beautiful than she did a couple hours ago. Maybe its because I am holding her in my arms and I can actually see her now? Her plump lips. The lips that were on mine at the club the other day. The way her lips felt on mine was different than any other girls I've kissed. And trust me, I've kissed plenty. Her kiss made me want her even more...
Wait. No. What the fuck am I saying?
I look down at her lips again and I have the urge to kiss them...
No Zayn. No. No relationships. NOTHING.
I have to get out of here.
I slowly set her on the bed beside me and I see her toss and turn a little. I freeze, and then she stops. I slowly get out of the bed and walk towards the door, making sure not to make any sounds. I reach for the door handle and slowly open up the door. It creaks a little, but I don't think she heard it. I walk out of the room and I find myself looking back at Mari, sound asleep, one last time. I slowly shut the door and I kinda feel a weird feeling in my chest.
What the hell?
I feel arms wrap around me and pull me to the ground.
"Let go of me! LET GO OF ME!" I scream while trying to escape their grasp.
"Stop moving bitch!" a manly voice yells at me. I continue to kick and scream, hoping someone will help me.
"Leave me alone! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I scream.
Suddenly I see a man in front of me with a smirk spread across his face. But, he has no identifiable features.
"You're coming with me babe," he whispers in my ear.
My eyes open from a warm feeling on the side of my face. I see Zayn looking down at me with his beautiful, brown eyes with a worried expression on his face.
"Shhh, I'm right here babe," he whispers in a soothing tone.
I look up at him and gulp. I need someone to hold me. "Hold me please," I ask nervously.
Zayn rubs his face with one hand and looks back at me. "Uhh...I don't know Mar-"
"Please," I say desperately. I need someone to hold me. I find myself grabbing both of his hands and looking back up at him. "Just hold me."
Zayn sighs and I see him come and sit on my bed. He picks me up and places me on his lap.
I smell his woodsy cologne again and it makes me feel comfortable. I rest my head against his chest and I find myself sobbing quietly, so Zayn wouldn't hear me. I feel his arms tighten around my body and I feel like I can't move.
"What did I tell you about crying?" I say. "You're way too beautiful to cry," he says before wiping a tear away on my cheek. He moves his hand away from his face and I still feel where his finger was moments ago. Then suddenly, I feel his soft lips on my forehead and my heart flutters.
What is going on?
His lips stay pressed on my forehead for a few seconds, which actually feels like minutes, and then he removes his lips. I pull myself closer to him wanting to feel him all around me.
I am about to shoot myself if I don't stop.
"Goodnight Zayn," I say.
"Goodnight Mari," he replies in a soft tone.
His warmth begins to consume me and I close my eyes. I hone in on the sound of his heartbeat and focus on the feeling of being in his arms. I feel my eyes getting heavier and then moments later I fall asleep in his embrace.