I traced my fingers on Ian's tattoos, wondering what all of them meant. It didn't matter, I was just curious.
I sighed, running my hand through Ian's rough hair. His breathing was slow and steady, yet still deep and noticeable. I stared at his face, sadness filling me.
His eyes had bags under them, and his face was pale. His lips were dry and cracked, and his face was still wet with tears.
I checked my watch. 3:34 AM. I sighed again, wishing for sleep. But I couldn't. I was to worried about everything. Ian, Jarr, our parents, this assassin mission, Niall and Zayn.
I shook my head, holding into Ian's hand tightly. I squeezed it, half wishing he would wake up. I needed him, but he needed his sleep. I was battling on waking him up when Ian peeked open a eye.
He smiled lightly, opening his other eye. He wrapped me in a hug, holding me tightly against his warm chest. I snuggled into him, feeling his comfort.
"I'm here, Liam. This time, i won't hurt you. I won't fuck up this time, I'll protect you. I won't let Jarr hurt you." Ian whispered, kissing my forehead.
I could do nothing but nod and cry into his chest. I sobbed, and Ian held me. It felt amazing to have him here by my side again. To feel him next to me, to know I didn't lose him.
Ian whispered sweet things into my ear, rubbing my back softly. He rocked me slowly, his arms still wrapped around me.
I sniffed, trying to stop crying. I couldn't be weak at a time like this. But still, something peaked my mind.
"Ian?" I started, biting my lip.
"Yes, Li?" He answered, eyes closed and his body calm.
"Did you...did you do anything stupid out of depression after the day I left?" I was dying to know. I didn't want him hurting himself.
Ian stayed silent, still rocking me. I pulled back, staring at him. His eyes were open and worried. Pain filled me as I stared at me.
Before he could react, I grabbed his wrist and turned it towards me. Deep, red cuts were across them, almost hidden his his tattoos.
"Ian?" I sobbed, running a finger down a cut. I glanced at his other wrist. Full of cuts. Horror and more pain mixed inside me as I stared.
"I couldn't handle it." Ian whispered, tears pouring down his face. I just nodded, not knowing what to say. But it seemed there was nothing to say anyway.
I just held his hand, cuddling into him again. Ian and I just laid there, telling each other how we barely survived it without each other.
And honestly, it felt good to let it out.
"Wake up!" Niall's voice rang through the air, as I felt a light kick to my hip. I grunted in pain, holding onto Ian tighter. Ian groaned.
"Come on, we gotta start getting our materials." Niall complained, kicking my hip again. I moaned painfully, swatting at air. Ian held into me, as we snuggled in closer.
"Dudes! Get! Up!" Niall shouted, going to kick my back, my Ian kicked out, slamming his boot into niall's shin.
"Ow! Jackass." Niall muttered, walking away. I heard him talking to Zayn. I ignored it, breathing in Ian's scent. It smelled like he needed a shower, but I guess we all did. I don't mind anyway, Ian was here. That's all I asked for.
"Alright, whatever. Well get the materials, you can stay here and cuddle like a gay couple." Zayn yelled, as Niall and him walked out the door.
Silence filled the room, as sunlight shone through the windows. I smiled, wrapping my legs around Ian.
Ian smiled, rubbing my back again. It always helped me sleep. We fell asleep again, even though it was the morning and light was everywhere.
We'd get up later.