8. Just a little white lie
I woke up in my bed. I can't remember anything. How did I get here ? I turned my head and saw Zayn next to me. What the...? "Zayn?" I yelled. He looked up. "What is it?" He smiled. I stared at him confused. "What I mean is why are you in my bed!?" I shouted. He shrugged his shoulders. "Well , get out of my bed !" I replied to his stupid , adorable face. He put his finger over my lips. It brought back so many bad memories.
I woke up in a hotel room. "Where am I ?" I asked anyone who was close. "Shh ! No need to panic," Robert whispered in my ear. I gulped. "How did I get here?" I asked him. "I brought you here after you got into my little trap," he chuckled. "You told the taxi driver to bring me here ? How did you know I escaped ?" I asked him getting more confident. He put his finger on my lips and unbuttoned his shirt. I gulped and breathed heavily. Am I having a panic attack ? Is he going to rape me ? He lifted up my top and kissed my cheek. He started to touch my leg getting higher.
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I started to panic. "Don't tell anyone. You wouldn't want to upset Louis , would you ?" He grinned. "It's just a little white lie," I jumped out of bed and grabbed my clothes. I ran to the bathroom. He's right. I can't tell Louis. It would break his heart. Especially that Zayn is 21 -.- great. I'm such an idiot ! I walked back into my room (fully clothed) of course. "What ?" He asked considering I was staring at him. "I thought you wanted this ?" He told me "you sure seemed like you wanted it in the studio!" I gulped. What have a gotten myself into. I walked downstairs and saw harry sitting by himself. "Harry ?" I whispered. He looked over at me. "What ?" He said sympathetically. "I woke up this morning and , Zayn was in my bed!" His pupils widened. "What?" He shouted. "Don't tell Louis. He'll flip!" I pleaded. He sat next to me. "You shouldn't get with Zayn. He can't be trusted," he quietly told me. I placed my head in my hands. "What have I got myself into ?" I cried. He put a hand on mine. "I'll help you get through this," I smiled to thank him. "Ice cream?" He asked me standing up. I nodded. He went into the kitchen to get it out of the freezer. My mum walked in. Great just what I need. "Hey mum , can I have a dream journal ?" She looked at me confused. "A what ?" She asked. "You know , a dream journal. So I can write my dreams inside. I read online that about 80% of your dreams are real and will happen in the future or hold a hidden message," she looked at me. "You learned that in a few days?" She chuckled "good job you talk in your sleep," she told me. She handed me a book that came with decorations. "Thanks mum !" I shouted. Harry handed me some ice cream. I kissed his cheek and I was about to run up to my room when I remembered that Zayn was there. Shit ! I sat down in the living room and started to decorate my dream journal.
I started to walk up to bed. "Nigh Boobear !" I shouted. "Night Toro !" He replied. I snuggles up to Snuggles ;).
"That was amazing Zayn," I whispered. "You're amazing," he kissed my cheek and got changed. "The baby's crying," I sighed.
I woke up with a scream. "What's wrong ?" Niall asked me. I wish I could tell you Niall. I wish I could.