I'm sorry.

Zayn Malik was in over his head, he bit off more then he could chew, how ever you want to say it. He was in trouble, and now he was going to drag everyone he loved down with him.


6. Chapter Six

Niall finally finished cleaning my wounds, still prying for information, but I'd brush it off quickly. I chuckled as Niall let out long yawn.

"Tired?" I asked even though I know his answer already.

He was in mid nod when someone knocked on the door. I immediately went into protective mode. I grabbed Nialls hand and stood up.

"Go in the bathroom, and lock it. Don't come out for anything. Understood?" I asked staring him dead in the eye.

Niall thankfully seemed to understand I wasn't going to take no for an answer, he got up and looked at me suspiciously. I pushed him toward the door as I heard another knock. I waited until I heard the 'click' of the lock until I grabbed the closest shirt that happened to be my black muscle shirt. Oops. I walked toward the door and peeked through the peek hole. I groaned as I saw a pair of green emerald eyes, almost directly on the other side.

"Zzaaayyynnnnn!!" Harry squealed on the other end.

"It's ok Snowflake, you can come out." I called over my shoulder as I unlocked the door.

As soon as the door was open three pairs of arms tackled me to the floor. I hissed in pain as my wounds connected with body and the ground.

"Get.....off..." I wheezed.

I heard a gasp then felt the bodies pulled of of me one by one. I sat up cradling my bullet wound, biting my lip to hold back tears. I rest my head up against the bed staring up at the ceiling. Begging the tears not to come, if I cried they'd ask questions, if they ask questions, they die. Plain and simple. They already know too much, I can't put them in anymore danger. After a few more seconds of this I looked forward and saw three pairs of shocked faces, and one pair of worried blue eyes inches from my face.

"Zayn, love, are you ok? Talk to me." Niall pleaded holding my face in his hands so I couldn't look away.

What was he doing!? Did he want the lads to know! Wait... Did he? I felt my heart speed up at the thought. But then it faltered. Did I want them to know? I cleared my throat and gently pulled Nialls hands off of mine.

"I'm ok Lo...er... Snowflake." I said looking away from Niall ashamed.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Niall get up with a hurt look on his face that quickly changed to pain as his knees popped. I cringed at the noise.

"You ought to get a doctor to look at that." I said smirking.

"No shit Sherlock." Niall spat, and the boys looked between me and Niall shocked, and slightly confused.

"Um... We just wanted to know if you two wanted to go clubbing... By the tension in the room I can tell you need it... Soo.." Louis said drawing out "so".

"Sure" I mumbled without thinking.

I got up and ushered the three of them out of the room.

"Me and Niall will meet you in a half hour." I said and closed the door behind me to see a yawning Snowflake, standing there with his hands on his hips.

"What the hell! What happened to going to bed! Huh!" He screamed, his face turning bright red, and his accent getting thicker.

I immediately kicked myself. I hadn't even thought about what he'd want to do.

"I'm so sorry Snowflake. I hadn't even thought of it. I just... I..." I stuttered looking down ashamed of myself. "Do you want me to go tell them we aren't going?" I asked, completely willing to do so.

"No." He spat and pulled his shirt off.

I gulped, and glanced at his toned stomach. He seemed to feel me staring as he quickly pulled a plain white t shirt that had "Crazy Mofos" written across it.

"Might want to change your shirt." Niall said harshly.

I looked down at my shirt to see a slight red stain on it. With a gasp I pulled my shirt off with difficulty due to my casted hand. I looked at my bandage and saw it oozing blood slightly. I heard Niall sigh and looked up to see him walking to the first aid box and grabbing the gauze out, so he could, once again, wrap my wounds.

"Thank you." I mumbled, Niall just clicked his tongue in reply. "I'm sorry for being such a dick.. I just.. I don't know. Never mind." I said feeling tears prickle my eyes.

I hated this. Ever since Niall and I kissed I had been an emotional wreck. Half the time I wanted to punch someone's face in, then the other half I wanted to curl up in a ball and sob my heart out.

"Hello? Earth to Zayn." Niall said waving his hand in front of my fave snapping me from my thoughts.

"Hmm wha?" Niall just chuckled slightly.

"We have a few more minutes, you might want to get dressed love." He said back to his usual cheery self.

I felt a grin spread across my face as he gently helped me up. He looked up at me slightly since I was a few inches taller then him. I leaned down pecked his forehead, left cheek, nose, right cheek, and down his jaw then finally his lips. Earning a moan or two from him. He pouted up at me, then stood on his tiptoes and kissed me again. This time longer, our lips moved in sync yet still no tongue was involved. The we broke apart as Niall started yawning again. Then did the fatigue hit me with full force.

"Did ya really have your heart set on going tonight?" I asked him and he quickly shook his head no. I let out a sigh of relief. "Ok then I'm telling Louis we aren't going." I said with a yawn causing Niall to laugh.

What could I say, I needed my beauty sleep. I pecked his lips one more time and grabbed a random hoodie before walking out of the room. I walked a door down until I came to Louis and Harry's room, Liam was staying with Paul. I knocked and waited until Harry opened the door.

"Where's the leprechaun?" He asked.

"Ya we realized how tired we were. So we aren't gonna go." I said and shrugged.

"What you'd guys rather stay here and suck each other's faces?" I felt my eyes widen at his words.

How did he know? Did Niall tell him? No he wouldn't have. Would he?

"Hey, breathe. I'm just pulling your leg." Harry said laughing.

I let out a sigh of relief and pushed him gently.

"Of course you are. Now I'm going to bed. Good night and don't drink to much, we have an interview tomorrow." I reminded him, but knew my warnings were useless as he scoffed.

I walked back to my room and saw Niall laying in my bed in my shirt that was slightly long on him and boxers. I stared at him in awe. He looked amazing in it.

"Do you mind if I wear this? I didn't feel like digging for any of my t shirts." He said blushing.

I just chuckled and pulled my hoodie then pants off.

"Nope. As long as you sleep with me." I said and climbed in bed. Only then realizing how that sounded. "I didn't mean it like that. I swear. I would never say that. Or pressure you into it before you were ready. I mean unless you wanted, but if you didn't I wouldn't. I promise you." I rambled only stopping as Niall pecked my lips.

"In time. That'll be just fine." He said cuddling into my chest.

I couldn't believe my ears. This by far, was the best day. Of course. Besides the part where I got shot and stabbed.

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