It had been a few weeks sine the blow out with Zayn. You hadn’t planned on seeing him at all. It was when you ran into him at the grocery store, all you could do was hope that he wouldn’t do anything other than give you a quick smile. Oh, how you were wrong. The minute that he laid eyes on you, there was nothing else. Only you, and getting you to just come home. “Y/N, please. Can’t you see that I haven’t slept at all? I can’t do anything without you, sweetheart. This is the first fucking time I’ve left the flat since you left me. Please, baby I can’t live without you. Just come home with me.”
There was nothing you could say. The bags under his eyes were darker than anything you had every seen. Your heart clenched at the sight of his flat hair, and his bright red eyes. “Z…. I don’t know, maybe you should just go home and get some rest and then after you get a good amount of sleep, you can call me and we can try to talk this out. Okay?”
He sighed, not thinking that was good enough, obviously. “I can’t. I can’t
fucking sleep without you there, even if I wanted to, which I don’t, because I never want to wake up to the world when you’re not next to me.”
You couldn’t help yourself. He looked so tired, all you wanted to do was make sure he got home okay. “I’ll give you a compromise, okay Zayn? I’m gonna finish grocery shopping and then I’m going to take my food home, and then we’re gonna go back to the flat, and you’re gonna get some rest. That doesn’t mean that I’m coming back, it just means that I need to make sure you get some sleep. Okay?”
He chokes out a sob, quietly but heavily, and nods, following you around the store, not even letting go of your arm, and just so happy that you let him hold onto you.
His groceries were long forgotten, and all that he could think about was your skin, and how much he missed the smell of your shampoo and how he would never admit it, but he had been cuddling up to your pillow at night, and trying to go to sleep like that. It never worked.
By the time that you had loaded all of your groceries into your trunk, Zayn’s puppy dog eyes were still directly behind you. “Can I come with you? To put the groceries away?”
By the time that you had arrived at your previously shared flat, there was nothing to do but hold Zayn’s hand, as if he was a little boy, and guide him up to the room that you once called yours. He tried to pull you onto the bed with him, but you refused, not wanting to get even more sucked in by this sweet, clingy Zayn that you had never really seen before. It felt good to be needed by him, and you wanted it to last. He settled for curling up on the very edge of the mattress, while you took a seat on the floor next to him. He gripped your hand like a lifeline, and you were okay with that. Finally, after just staring at you for a while, he ended up falling into the deepest sleep of his life, taking advantage of the fact that this might be the last one that he has with you.
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