“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” Zayn asked as he softly kissed my forehead. I was lying in his arms on his bed. My head was on his chest, hsi arms wrapped around my waist, our legs tangled together. His shirt had stains on it from where I'd cry my eyes out. Zayn had been quite all the while, allowing me to let it all out. Now I was drained of all tears and a dull throbbing had made its way to my head.
“Thank you, I'd love nothing more.” I replied, kissing his chest. He started humming a tune which sent soothing waves down my body and I felt my eyelids started to droop. Soon, sleep encompassed me and I passed out, holding onto Zayn for dear life.
Two weeks had passed since my return from the Hamptons and my talk with Mark. Going to school had become excruciatingly painful as I wo
