Just Breath

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just something I imagined, a moment really, and wanted to write down.

Submitted: July 11, 2014

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I take a sip out of my freshly brewed coffee as I lay in bed, staring at the blank T.V. screen in front of me which reflects the first few rays of sunshine perfectly. The room fills with sunshine faster than expected and in no time, Zayn walks into the room, our bedroom, looking…well horrible. It seemed like he slept on the way home.

“Tyler dropped you off?” I asked, concerned. I mean he surely didn’t fall asleep while driving. Did he?

He laid his head down in my lap, his face towards the ceiling, without changing his clothes or taking off his shoes. I didn’t mind though. He looked really tired and in need of some good rest, not a nagging girlfriend, if he did consider me his girlfriend, that is.

“Hmm, yeah” he finally replied, me smiling a little. He looked so boyish with his hair a bit messed up, the little pout on his lips that slowly turned into the smallest of smiles.

I couldn’t get over the bubbly yet calm feeling he brought me, like I could rule the world, but only when he is by my side. That was I only downside, I think, to love, as people call it. The constant fear, the lurking feeling of being left by this person that you’ve managed to build your life, your dreams, your future around. I’ve always had this feeling but it seemed the strongest right now. And so, even though I’m not the one to speak my heart out, I said, “Zayn, I’m afraid.” As much as I wanted to veil my insecurities, the fear, much stronger than anything I could put into words, I couldn’t. He opened his eyes, a beautiful, serene look on his face. He stared into my eyes, but then seemed to have lost focus, a she closed his eyes back. I stroked his hair once, a light and extremely gentle stroke, so much so that I doubt he even noticed. I never got to know if he did.

“Don’t be.” He said. His voice a fraction louder than a whisper.


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