I'm stuck in her daydream
I wrote this quick and I’m really tiered so I didn’t bother to check the spelling. Sorry. Hope you like the idea in general and the messages trying to be sent across. Idk they’re however you see them
“All I want you is for you to sleep” His eyes were bloodshot red from how tired he was.
“I can say the same for you”
“I’m not letting you go another night without sleep! You’re out of your mind if you believe I’ll let that happen to you”
“Let what happen to me? I eventually fall asleep during the day anyways”
“I’m not leaving you alone with your thoughts while the world is quiet”
“Zayn… I’ve been alone with them for some time now, they don’t scare me anymore” I let out a hushed laughed. “If anything they amuse me”
“You shouldn’t be scared of sleep”
“I’m not”
“Then what is it! what am I missing”
“Everything. You’ll never understand how much you miss while sleeping”
“Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?”
“How’s that?”
“Because you want to be up for both”
“And?”
“It’s impossible and unhealthy. God forces sleep onto us because he only wants us to see one part of what he has to offer”
“That’s what doesn’t make sense to me?” I lay one of my hands onto his chest lifting myself up.
“Not everything’s going to make sense!”
“That’s what a persons who deprived of sleep would say”
Zayn grumbles. “Maybe sleep is a free escape god gifts us with. Like a freebie to escape the faith he gives you because he knows its not barely ever good”
“Sleep is for the week” you smile knowing zayn was sooner or later going to lose it because one can only care for so long.
“Sleep isn’t for the week”
“Why would I want to escape life for then? If I can handle it?”
“Can you?”
“Yes but usually not between the hours of 1 in the afternoon to four”
Zayn laughs. “Nothing interesting ever happens between those times”
“Nothing thats why I chose them”
“Because you won’t be missing out on anything”
“God has to offer me. He appreciates it too I can tell because how would you feel if someone only loved you when they felt like you deserved it?”
“I wouldn’t feel very loved”
Ship for Kristyn
Can I have a regular ship? My name is Kristyn. I have shoulder-length brown/black hair with a purple streak. I’m 5 feet and I have dark brown eyes. My favorite color is purple. I’m shy when people first meet me, but I warm up to people once I get to know them better. I am really sarcastic and pretty sassy. I love eating, singing, shopping!!! I’m also a hopeless romantic. Thanks!
I ship you with:
Zayn
Best friend:
Louis
The flat you both share:
His favourite picture of you two:
Something you have that is matching:
You both have matching infinity signs to show your eternal love for each other
What you’re wearing:
Imagine You just woke up. You went to go feel next to for your boyfriend, Zayn,but to your surprise he wasn’t there. It was a rare occasion when he woke before you. It was just the beginning of spring. You could hear the light fall of rain outside. Your hair was in a messy ponytail while you were in a white tank top and your baggy sweats; you threw a purple Jack Wills sweater on with some slippers. You walked down stairs to find Zayn lying down on the couch.
“Hey babe, what are you doing?” You asked
“Oh I was just waiting for you to wake up.” He said. You were able to tell that he was asleep just a few seconds before.
“ ‘Mre,” He said with his arms open wide, “Let’s lay down and watch some movies.”
You walked over and layed down with him. He wrapped one arm around you while he searched for a couple movies that were already recorded.
For the first time. (Zayn Malik one shot)
“But I still love you.” A sad voice echoes through your ears as you try your best to hold up a wall of resistance.
“You left when I needed you the most.” You explained. You squinted, trying to hold in the tears, not to let a sob slip past your lips.
“I’m sorry.”
—
You watched as small droplets of blood seeped out of the small slit you had made through your skin with the blade in your convulsing hand. In these cases, people would cry- you couldn’t. Shock was all you felt. All pain just shot to your wrist, all emotional pain was focused on one line.
“She’s gone.” Your best friend, your life, your everything, your mother.
You lay your head back on the cold tiles of the bathroom, only having to jerk your head forward when you heard a male clear their throat.
“You told me your were strong!” Zayn spat. His jaw clamped in a bulletproof lock, eyes dilated, and not just because of the lack of light.
“I-” sobs just came. In a normal case, your boyfriend would be there to comfort you, in this case, he was appalled.
“But I guess promises were made to be broken, weren’t they?” He said in a harsh and intimidating tone. He turned and left, not bothering to look back on your red inked wrist.
“And people were made to die.”
—
“Why did you do it?” He asked, looking down on your wrist.
“Maybe you should’ve asked that when I needed i-“
“I don’t know okay?! You promised me you would never cut.” He argued.
“Zayn, you act like I did it to hurt you!” I cried. “You’re the reason I’m here, you called the hospital and you knew they would put me here.”
“Just tell me what happened. Why did you do that to yourself?”
“Why don’t you ask my mother. Oh, her grave is around the corner.”
That was it. That was all it took. I could tell Zayn was about to cry, something I had never seen him do.
He ran his fist through his hair.
”No.”
“Yes.”
“You saw blood, you left me, went home and picked up the phone and called the asylum to tell them there was a new case of crazy. I promised myself I would never cut, and I broke that promise. The only thing I can do now is promise that I will never do it again- and try not to break skin this time.”
—
“I’m checking her out.” Zayn said to the nurse.
“You can’t do that.” She protested, looking back and forth at me and Zayn.
“I put her in here, I know she’s better.” He growled.
He picked me up, put me over his shoulder and took me out of the front door, fresh air filling my lungs for the first time in a week, love filling my heart for the first time in a week.
