Sorry it took so long! AP Testing happened, and Zayn was giving me writer’s block. Lol. Here’s the next installment! I hope you enjoy it!
Part 7 (COMING SOON)
Harry: He’s in First Class.
First Class Reading and Writing Room was empty at this hour of the night, but I
didn’t mind. I enjoyed the silence for a change, and it allowed me to focus on
hands held one of my favorites, The
Hounds of Baskerville. I always loved a good mystery, and Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle always delivered.
nursemaid had introduced the stories to me, reading the first works by Doyle
that contained Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Eventually, when I had learned
to read, I could not get my nose out of the copy, and I had to have more.
my father and grandfather never approved of my love for fiction. They preferred
I spent my time learning about the stock market or about my family’s history,
so I had no choice in the matter of what I could read.
my nursemaid, who encouraged my love for Sherlock Holmes’ stories, would
occasionally gift me a copy or let me borrow one of her copies.
how I missed that elderly woman. She took so much from the alpha males of my
family, who ultimately fired her for encouraging my “childish
a sad day when she left, but I wrote to her often.
next letter, I would tell her about another nursemaid that I had met, and how,
in some ways, she reminded me of her.
wouldn’t get into too much detail about Y/N. I wouldn’t tell her how beautiful I
thought she was or how I wanted to get to know her. If I told my nursemaid any
of my true feelings about Y/N, I would surely not hear the end of it.
would tease me about falling in love.
thought made me smile.
wasn’t in love…just infatuated.
Yes, I brought my hand up to rest my
chin on, just infatuated. Nothing more.
Why was I bothering with
such thoughts, though? I managed to distract myself from my book, and it wasn’t
often I could find the time and place to take it out.
out a sigh, shaking my head as I turned the page and continued reading.
door to the room swung open, but it was the sound of footsteps that alerted me
of it; the door never hit the wall.
I’m sorry…I didn’t know that someone was here
blinked, unable to believe my eyes. What was she doing here so late at night?
she looked just as shocked as I felt.
marked my place in my book before closing it and setting it on the table beside
the armchair I sat in. I got up and walked towards Y/N, who seemed to have
frozen in place the moment she had realized it was me.
didn’t mind, though. I got a nice view of her in her nightgown and robe; her
hair was down, flowing freely and not in that tight bun she was donning
was probably the prettiest I’ve seen her.
thought no one would be up here this late. Excuse me, Sir,” she suddenly
turned from me, heading towards the exit, but I wouldn’t let her get away that
grabbed her tiny wrist in my large hand, and for a moment, wondered how a grown
woman could be so small.
brought from that thought when I felt her flinch at my light touch. I hadn’t
been holding her that roughly…
you okay?“ I found myself asking instead of what I really wanted to say.
seemed to have calmed down, "I am…I just didn’t expect you to…”
told me there was more to it than that, but I still had trouble getting her to
call me by my first name instead of “Sir;” getting her to tell me
about what bothers her would be close to impossible at this point.
sorry, then, Y/N, but it seemed like you wanted to be here when you came in.
Don’t let my presence deter you from your original desire. In fact, I would
love your company.“
gave me a faint, tired smile, "I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d come
here and write a letter to my family back home.”
revealed the stationary and pen she had kept in the pocket of her robe.
by all means,“ I pulled out a chair for her from the nearest table,
gesturing for her to take a seat.
you,” she sat down, allowing me to push her chair back in.
unfolded the paper in front of her and smoothed it out on the table, I walked
around to sit across from her. I rested my chin on the back of my hands,
leaning over the smooth surface to watch her begin her letter.
handwriting was exquisite, and she wrote fast; I could tell she knew what she
wanted to say.
you often write to your family?“ I questioned.
nodded, "I do it whenever I can’t sleep.”
you have trouble sleeping?“ I frowned, putting two and two together.
realized her faux pas, and her hand stilled. She looked up at me,
That is unfortunate…“
once again, and it tortured me. I wanted to get to know her better.
is your family like? I’m sure you saw mine at supper,” I grinned at her.
I have a father, two younger sisters, and a younger brother,“ she replied,
not looking up from her letter.
your mother is…”
died giving birth to my youngest sister.“
sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean…” I quickly straightened up, feeling horrible
for bringing up such a topic.
gave me an assuring smile, “It’s okay. It was a long time ago, after
you mind me asking what she was like?“
her pen down, letting out a sigh, but now, I had her full attention.
father says I remind him of her. We look alike, to him, but I never saw the
resemblance. As a child,” she snickered, “I used to think she was a
runaway princess. She was beyond beautiful, inside and out.”
smiled, resting the side of my head on my hands. Y/N was oblivious to her own
beauty, and that just made her more gorgeous in my eyes.
used to follow her around the small cottage we had, copying everything she did
because I so much wanted to be like her,“ she laughed, looking down at her
lap. "She used to catch butterflies on her head.”
furrowed my brows at that statement, “On her head?”
nodded, “They loved her scent, so when she was still enough, one would
land on her head and stay there. I was always jealous because I wanted a
butterfly to find me appealing.”
seemed like that was all she wanted to tell about her mother, so I went to
speak only to stop when she opened her mouth again.
didn’t believe my father when he told me she was gone.“
looked melancholy now, and I could tell that time hadn’t healed all the wounds
left from her mother’s untimely death.
up from my chair and moved the one next to her closer to her. I sat down, and
Y/N met my gaze, tears threatening to spill over.
somehow, I knew what to do.
had to comfort a crying woman before, but here I was, holding her in my arms as
she sobbed into my chest.
cried for a bit before coming to her senses and separating them.
missed her warmth and scent, but I didn’t say anything.
thought stupid things like how, if I was a butterfly, I would’ve landed on her
Liam: He’s a Crewmember.
I couldn’t sleep. Nights
before this, I had no trouble, but we hadn’t been out to sea during that
know why I felt so anxious. I was tired; my body ached after hours of shoveling
coal in the engine rooms, but my brain seemed to be on constant alert.
were kicked off, and I was wearing nothing but my cotton pants, which I had
been a fool to sleep in.
there was no way I was going to get any rest tonight, I got up with a sigh and
climbed down from my top bunk.
on my shirt, one of the only two I had to wear while working. It had been dirty
earlier, but Y/N had been nice enough to clean it for me while I bathed. She
also had cleaned my work shorts, which I was grateful for. I only had one pair
of those, and they were beginning to smell.
God, I must
have looked like a mess to her, covered in soot and sweat, but she still gave me
the time of day.
grinned to myself as I pulled on my shorts and threw my pants back onto my bunk.
If and when my brain decided to let me sleep, I’d come back and put them on
before going to bed.
Third Class General Room would be empty this time of night, so I felt
comfortable going there. The ship had been designed to make sure that the crew
and passengers never met, but I got lucky. I met Y/N.
opened the door to my destination, I was graced with a sight that I would never
an angel, lying on one of the benches in her nightgown and robe; the moonlight
illuminated the soft skin of her cheek while the other side of her face was in
the shadows, resting on her folded hands. On the floor beside her was a ball of
yarn and a project she had to be working on before she fell asleep.
didn’t know what to do.
I wake her?
That was entirely too rude, and I didn’t have the heart to do so. She looked so
at peace, and after chasing those two rambunctious siblings of hers, she must
have been tired.
where? Back to my room to stare at the ceiling some more? The picture before me
was a prettier thing to admire. Besides, I shouldn’t leave her alone like this,
where anyone could take advantage of her.
end, I sat on the bench next to her sleeping head, resting my right arm on the
arm of the bench.
where I was sitting, I could only see her backside, but her hair looked so
soft. I was tempted by it, especially that lock that seemed to have fallen in
front of her face.
I thought much about it, I gently pulled the strands of hair that were close to
her face back, watching them fall down her side and towards the bench.
nearly jumped out of my skin when she let out a sigh. I jerked my hand away and
watched, with bated breath as the sleeping beauty turned onto her back.
eyelashes fluttered as she brought up her arms to stretch, and, boy, she looked
well?” I asked, a smile making its way onto my features.
froze in her stretch before shooting up into a sitting position. Her hair
formed a halo as her head spun to look over at me.
she pressed a hand to her chest. "You scared me!”
I chuckled lightly.
are you doing here? How long have you…?”
could ask you the same thing, Love.“
blushed at the last word, looking down at her lap, "I came up here because
I couldn’t sleep…”
looked down at the needles and yarn she had discarded on the floor, “I
knit to calm myself.”
yourself?“ I frowned, slightly confused.
nodded, meeting my gaze, "When I can’t sleep, it’s usually because I’m
thinking too much, and knitting makes me focus until my mind stops
of made sense to me, though I had never knit before. My mother liked to crochet
gloves, scarves, and hats for me, but I never really watched her or bothered to
are you making?“ I questioned.
well, when it’s finished,” she bent down and held up her work, “it’s
going to be a sweater for the baby.”
can you make a sweater from one rectangle?“ I reached out and felt it.
giggled, "You make the shapes you want and sew them together.”
know how to do all that?“ I raised a brow as she put the future sweater
do,” she grinned, looking proud of herself. “My grandmother taught
great that you have such a skill.“
almost done with it, so if you want…” she trailed off, looking away
before looking straight into my eyes, “I can make you a scarf…”
didn’t say anything; I was too happy to.
silence made Y/N a little antsy.
I’m sorry. Did you want something else? I would knit you a sweater, too, but it
would take me more time because you’re not as tiny as a baby. Also, I don’t
think there would be enough time before we arrive–“
scarf is fine,” I chuckled, putting my hand on hers to stop her rambling.
she looked down at our hands. "What color would you like?”
watched her in amusement as she tried to keep herself composed. She clearly
hadn’t been touched by a man before, even with as pure intentions as mine,
“I don’t care. Whatever you have is fine.”
about black and white?“
my eyes were back on her face, wide in shock.
she said as if it were nothing.
can do alternating colors?”
her head, “It’s not that hard, really.”
you sure?“ I asked with a slight frown. I didn’t want her spending all her
free time knitting for me.
I am. I should have it done for you in two days time.”
days? Was she a master at knitting?
then. Thank you,“ I gave her a smile that she returned.
passed in comfortable silence, and I had never felt so content just sitting
with a person. I felt myself relaxing beside her, my hand still holding hers,
and I began to wonder if I could fall asleep right then and there.
was the first to show signs of sleepiness.
me!” she exclaimed, bringing her opposite hand from her mouth after a
bit,” she yawned again. “Excuse me…”
okay. Why don’t I walk you back to your cabin?“
she got up with me, letting me keep my hand wrapped around hers.
forget your sweater,“ I leaned down and picked up the yarn and needles.
lips curved into a tired grin as she held them to her chest.
finally made it back to her cabin, she could barely keep her eyes open, and I was
beginning to yawn.
you, Liam. For everything,” she said, turning to face me.
was no problem, Y/N. Thank you for offering to knit a scarf for me…“
nothing compared to all the help you’ve been giving me.”
bashful at her words and looked down at our joined hands.
didn’t want to let go.
she sighed, causing me to lift my head and see her dazzling smile,
fingers then slid from mine, and all warmth vanished with her.
Louis: He’s a Stowaway.
up in a terrible sweat and practically drenched, but the first place I looked
was over at the person in the bed.
back rhythmically rose and fell underneath the sheets, and it helped steady my
own racing heart.
nightmare had been too life-like even though the ship was deemed
needed a drink and a way to cool down, so I swung my legs over the side of the
settee only to feel something soft beneath my feet.
furrowed my brows at the sensation before looking down to see a blanket…I
picked it up with my left hand before feeling it with my right. This was…
looked over at Y/N.
must have put this on me once I had fallen asleep.
the corners of my mouth turn up in a smile.
She doesn’t hate me…
the blanket aside before getting up and walking over to the sink. I turned the
cold faucet on and cupped my hands. I drank, enjoying the fresh water in my
mouth and the cool droplets running down my jaw.
was satisfied, I splashed my face with the water a few times, using my hands to
bring it through my hair and across my neck.
turned off the water and grabbed my towel that I had hung on the corner of the
mirror. I was in the middle of drying my face when…
voice was so soft, as if she meant to caress with her words.
Miss Y/N?” I answered, reaching up to hang the towel.
are you doing up so late?“ she inquired, and I heard the rustling of
sheets followed by her footsteps.
that she was now behind me. The mirror showed a gorgeous woman, dressed in a
silk nightgown with her hair cascading down her back, free and wild from her
constant tossing and turning.
you feeling well?”
turned to look down at her, crossing my arms over my chest, “I’m fine.
What are you doing up, Love?”
use my own question without answering it!“ she frowned, mimicking my
smirked at her. Even at this time, she was as feisty, "For your
information, Miss Y/N, it is none of your concern whether I am asleep or
frown deepened before she spun around, nearly whipping me with her H/C locks,
and stomped to her bed, “Excuse me for worrying!”
that, she lied down and covered herself with her sheets, making sure her back
was to me.
sighed before deciding I hadn’t had enough of her just yet. I headed over to
her bed and sat down right next to her.
wasn’t long before she was sitting up with the biggest of scowls on her face,
“What do you think you’re doing?”
we are married. Shouldn’t married
couples share a bed?“
face turned three different shades of red before settling on the darkest.
be ridiculous! We are not married,
and we will never be married.
Therefore, your conduct is completely inappropriate! Please go back to sleep
over there,” she gestured towards the settee.
noticed the blanket and remembered her kindness.
looked away from her before obeying.
headed over to the settee, settling myself down. Once I was in a comfortable
position on my side, facing away from Y/N, I covered myself with the blanket.
was a pause before, “I’m sorry I was so harsh. It’s just…when I saw you
up I began to worry.”
nothing to worry about. I just had a bit of a nightmare. Nothing
terrible,“ I yawned.
sheets moved again, and then I was blinded by the cabin’s light.
Hell…” I groaned, covering my eyes with the back of my arm. “What
did you do that for?”
I felt two hands on my arm, pulling me up but failing to an extent that
lifted the arm she held, twisting to look up at her through squinted eyes,
“What is it?”
with me,“ she urged.
I arched a brow, the beginnings of a smile forming on my lips.
tried to suppress her own grin but failed miserably.
as she asked, not knowing why or where, but this was the first time she showed
any spontaneity. I was excited to see what would come of it.
me out into the hall, up a few flights of stairs, and through a door to the
Second Class Promenade.
chilly sea air hit me like a bucket of ice water on a hot summer day.
inhaled deeply, closing my eyes and listening to the sound of the water as the
ship made her way through it.
didn’t stop walking.
delicate hands were still wrapped around my arm, as she took me for a stroll
along the deck.
knew she wasn’t going to explain herself, I spoke up, "Why here?”
looked up at me, a smile making its way onto her features, “Whenever I had
nightmares…my father would take me for a walk outside, through the
neighborhood. It didn’t matter what time of night, what the weather was like,
or how old I was. And it always helped.”
you forget I’m not a child, Miss. Y/N,“ I grinned at her, putting my hand
on top of one of hers.
she arched a brow, slipping her hand out from underneath mine. “You act
like one sometimes, Louis.”
chuckled at her insult, knowing she meant no harm by it.
believe me, Love. I am more of a man…“ I took her last hand off of my
arm and brought it to my lips. After a bestowing a peck upon it, I looked up at
her, ”…than a child.“
the moonlight, her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink.
go of her, "So…” I cleared my throat, “what did you and your
father talk about on these midnight outings?”
future. His hopes. My dreams,“ she walked along beside me.
we talk of them?”
if you share yours as well.“
I nodded my head before throwing her smirk. “Ladies first.”
gave me the most adorable pout that I would’ve given in to if she hadn’t
started to speak.
the future, I see myself as a bestselling author, and I have a brownstone on
the nicer side of New York City, overlooking the water…“
that it? Do you live all alone in that brownstone?”
maybe I’ll have a housekeeper or butler, but other than that…“
pretty lonely, if you ask me.”
you never wish to settle down with a husband?” I questioned, finding it
quite strange for a girl her age.
wouldn’t say that…If I meet the right man,“ she sighed as she rested her
head on the rail, looking out at the dark sea, "I’ll marry him and have a
couple of children with him…”
you tell your father this?“
did, and he told me that all he requests is for me to be happy.”
moment, all I could hear was the sea, and I thought that, maybe, I got away
with not telling her my dreams.
I leaned back against the rail beside her, crossing my arms over my chest,
"I don’t really have dreams…They’re more like goals.”
she straightened, giving me her undivided attention.
want to work in New York City, make a decent living, and bring my family over there.”
was honest, looking her straight in her e/c eyes, when I said, "I never
thought that far.”
Niall: He’s in Third Class.
walked down the Third Class Passenger halls, sighing periodically.
really couldn’t sleep with all the noise my bunkmates were creating. Rooming
with a family that has a father that snores as loud as the Titanic’s horn
wasn’t going to allow me to. Everyone else in the room was sleeping soundly,
used to the man’s sounds, but I had been lucky to have lived in a two-bedroom
house back in Ireland. My father was too far to be heard, and my brother has
been gone for long enough, now, that his nightly songs were a horror I had
gotten used to living without.
remember the day he came home, announcing he had just used half of his savings
to buy a ticket to America.
first, our parents were furious and almost crucified him for spending his money
so carelessly, but I was focused on the fact that he was leaving us.
up with Greg. He was my best friend, and I followed him everywhere.
ticket on a ship headed across the Atlantic didn’t allow me to do so.
here I was.
still following him.
going to America with the same goal in mind, and I had met a girl…
frowned, mentally rebuking myself for thinking Lady Y/N was the same for me as
Denise was for Greg. I wasn’t going to marry her, and there was no way she ever
would look at me in such a way. She was probably bored–though, I don’t know
how should could be–with her high society teas and luxuries. She saw me by
chance and decided I’d be a good form of entertainment.
didn’t mind that.
going to teach me how to read, which would help me secure a better job than my
brother had, and she entertained me, too.
wasn’t much for a Third Class passenger to do except play cards or walk around.
someone to talk to.
last thought didn’t sit well in me, though. I wanted to think of her as at
least a friend, even though she was a lady of the rich. I didn’t have friends
like her at home. All of my companions
were male, and I didn’t interact with the girls of my hometown much. Between
working and nights out for drinks with my friends, I didn’t really pay much
bar, some of the men in our group would flirt with the woman tending to our
table, and some were, I admit, pretty. None caught my eye, though.
after meeting a girl like Lady Y/N…I don’t think any self-respecting man
could go back.
brought from my reminiscing to see Lady Y/N, standing opposite me, behind the
gate at the bottom of the Third Class staircase.
locked these gates to keep the Third Class from intermixing with the upper of
the two classes. Only certain staff members had keys, and the chances of
getting one to give you a key were pretty slim.
Y/N?” I approached the gate, feeling the cool metal as I curled my fingers
frowned at my propriety, “Y/N.”
I said, bowing my head and wetting my lips, "but what are you doing
came to see you,“ she grinned, her eyes sparkling.
heart leapt into my throat, giddy from her words, but I hid my happiness, "Shouldn’t
you be in bed?”
could ask you the same question,“ she arched a brow before letting out an
out a sigh, "You really shouldn’t be down here…”
rolled her eyes, “Calm down. Everyone’s asleep, and we’re both wide awake.
Why should we be lonely?”
Heaven save me; her smile lit up the halls, and I found myself unable to deny
such radiance of anything.
how was supper?“
face brightened even more, if that was possible, as if she knew my question was
my white flag.
was delicious, and the food was to die
for,” her smile dropped, “though, I fear I cannot say the same about
furrowed my brows, “Who did you dine with?”
parents and…“ she hesitated for a moment before saying, "some
friends of the family.”
nodded, "The mother seems nice, but the father and son…”
understand, but at least the food was good,“ I pointed out, trying to
bring back some of the light to the conversation.
Was your supper not satisfactory?” she asked, her pixie-like smile
On the contrary, it was probably one of the best meals I’ve had.“
What was it then?”
pork and potatoes with fresh bread and fruit afterwards.“
face lifted in surprise, "That’s all?”
That was what I had,“ I said, slightly confused by her reaction.
read in books about the working class, but–please forgive me for saying
this–I couldn’t believe such stories!”
What did you eat?“
the first course included various hors d'oeuvres. The second course consisted
of a choice between soup or salad, and what a variety of soups and salads there
were! It was so hard to choose, and…” she trailed off before locking her
eyes within my gaze.
wrong?“ I asked, wondering why she had ceased in telling me about her
she shook her head, shrugging. “I’m just wondering why I’m telling you
about my supper when I could just have you eat it one of these nights!”
she stated with the happiest of expressions on her face.
frowned at her suggestion, “But I can’t go to supper with you.”
face dropped, “Why not?”
in Third Class, and as you can see from these gates,“ I sighed, hanging my
head, "they don’t really want the classes to mix…”
silent after that, and for a moment, I thought she had left, finally realizing
the inevitable, but as always, Y/N surprised me.
soft finger tips on top of my calloused ones, and I felt all the heat in my
body rush to my cheeks as I met her soft gaze.
we’ve already mixed the classes by spending our day together, “ she
pointed out with a matter-of-fact smile, "and I don’t care what is proper
my life, my parents made sure I had little to no contact with people outside of
our own social standing. The few friends I have were chosen for me, and I would
bet my whole fortune that I will end up marrying someone chosen for me. For
once, I want to decide who I get to be around. For once, I want to be with
someone of my own choosing, so please, Niall, come to supper with me.”
could I say no to her? How could anyone say no to the prettiest girl on the
planet while she was pouring a fraction of her heart out to you?
I bowed my head, "but when?”
she exclaimed, her blinding smile back.
but then you have to come to supper in the Third Class Dining Room the
eyes widened in surprise, “You really want me to?”
nodded, feeling a bit worried that she would turn me down.
sounds great!“ she practically screamed before pressing herself up against
the gate and bestowing a kiss on my already flushed cheek.
I could react in any sort of way, she took off back down the hall to where she
had come from, "I’ll see you at the library tomorrow after breakfast!
I could do was stand there, smiling like a fool with a hand to my cheek.
Zayn: He’s in Second Class.
woke up to a mouth full of smoke. Coughing so hard that it hurt, you sat up in
bed to find yourself in your childhood home, your home before the orphanage.
knew immediately that this was a dream, nothing more than your mind’s torturous
way of reminding you of what you once had.
experienced this dream before; it haunted your sleep throughout the years, but
you could never escape it until you saw your parents for the very last
felt so real, so in the moment, and you were running, inhaling the toxins that
filled the air despite your every effort not to.
slammed open the door, rushing out into the hallway. You look towards the
stairs where the smoke came from and covered your mouth as you began to ascend
part of you that knew that this was all a nightmare screamed for you to wake up
because what was up those stairs and behind a door was the fire…and your
parents. A sight that a young child should never have seen was waiting for you.
your conscious’ desperate pleas, you opened up the door. You willed your eyes open
and saw the flames in the curtains, spilling onto the carpet and bed before it.
Two figures were screaming for their lives, too busy with the fires engulfing
them to notice their child had entered.
Daddy! No!“ you screamed so loud that your voice seemed to cut through
your throat, too big for it.
you felt yourself being restrained, being pulled away from the only people you
loved. You thrashed and fought with all your might as the scene before you faded
away to grey.
Y/N, wake up!”
to the sound of the cabin door hitting the wall.
by the noise, I scrambled to get out of the settee, my sketchbook falling to
the floor along with my pencils.
the sheets back onto the cushions before stepping into my trousers and securing
them around my waist. In the process of fixing my belt, which I had left in the
hoops of my pants, in place, I stumbled through the open doorway and out into
looked to my left to find no one there, but to my right…I saw Y/N.
running like a madwoman, as if her life depended on her getting to her
the worst if she were caught, I ran after her, still barefoot and shirtless.
rounded a corner, and I knew she was heading for the stairs. I also knew there
was no way I was going to catch up to her at this rate, especially if she kept
couldn’t stop, though, so I followed her, up the stairs and into the First
in the doorway. She wobbled a little, and I reached out to grab her before she
minute my arms settled around her, she began to fight. Her limbs stretched out,
flailing and looking for the person who held her back when she wanted to, with
every fiber of her being, take a step forward.
then I knew she wasn’t awake.
eyes were closed, and she began to scream.
covered her mouth with my hand, knowing she would draw attention if she hadn’t
Y/N, wake up!” I called, hoping my voice somehow got through to her.
calmed a bit, becoming silent, but she still continued to struggle as I scooped
one arm under her knees and lifted her up.
I need you to wake up,“ I spoke, carrying her back to the stairs.
stilled, and I watched her face, waiting for any sign to tell me that she was
okay. Her eyelashes fluttered before her Y/E/C eyes opened to meet mine.
nodded, a smile I tried to keep down lighting up my face.
words came out in a sob as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt her
tears on my skin, and I promptly brought my hand to the back of her head,
pressing her closer to me.
was just a dream,” I whispered, resting my chin atop her hair.
harder in reply, her arms tightening around me, and I knew that there was more
to the situation than what met the eye.
had been more than a simple nightmare.
returned to the room, I kicked the door closed behind me and walked her over to
the bed. With her still in my arms, I sat down on the edge of the mattress.
time, her tears had finished, and she loosened her tight grip on my shoulders,
looking up at me with her tired, yet gorgeous, eyes.
you want to tell me about it?“
question was out before I could think better of it, and I inwardly cursed,
hoping I hadn’t triggered another onslaught of sorrow.
washed over my body as she moved her head up and down in a lazy motion,
out a breath, "Unfortunately, what I dreamed just now was not the result
of my imagination.”
I was little, I lived in a tiny town with my parents. I was their only child,
though, my mother was…“ her exhale came out in pieces. "I was five
years old when it happened. Riots ravaged the town, and many of its inhabitants
were unhappy under the mayor’s law. My parents were innocent, but…”
welled up in her eyes as she continued, “They set our house on fire, and
we were fast asleep…”
chocked on a sob, ending her words as droplets ran down her red cheeks.
I hushed, wiping away her tears and cradling her in my arms.
not take long for Y/N to fall asleep, and feeling quite ready to return to my
own slumber, I moved her with a gentle hand, getting up before turning and
lowering her to the bed.
stirred, grabbing my wrist just as I was about to pull away, "Zayn?”
you allow me to be indecent this one and only time?“
heartbeat quickened at her request, but I found myself saying, "Yes.”
you please lie with me tonight?“
right in that the act of lying with a woman you had no intention of marrying
was beyond improper, but how could I say no when she had just relived her
climbed into bed with her and turned onto my side, nearly at the edge, crossing
my arms over my chest.
this, I knew sleep would be hard to come by, but I refused to hold anyone but
my wife in such a situation, even though my whole being itched with the desire
to pull Y/N close to me and comfort her.
could come in and reveal our impropriety, so, maybe, with the promise of
voice broke through my conflicting thoughts, and then the answer became clear.
switched positions on the bed, meeting her gaze as I faced her. My fingers found
the small of her back, and I lightly pushed upon the area, hoping she would
did; she moved closer, snuggling into my chest like a child, and I resolved to
think of her like that. I would view her as one of my sisters, who, when we
were children, would climb into bed with me whenever they had experienced a bad
time wore on and her breathing steadied, I realized I went to sleep faster with
my sisters curled up against me.
with Y/N in my arms, I didn’t want to sleep.
wanted to watch her, memorize the curve of her cheek and the length of the
lashes that lay upon them.
feeling my eyes upon her, she buried her face into my bare chest, hiding her
features from my sight.
stroked her back, resting my lips against the top of her head.
I’m in trouble, aren’t I?
snickered at my own thoughts, giving into them.
then sleep came easy.