Five Lovestories

I woke up by the most comfortable feeling ever. A hand was stroking my forehead and searched it's way down to my cheek. A smile instantly grew on my lips as I realized that it was Zayn. I opened up my eyes, and met his. I realized that this, this, is how I want things to be. I want to wake up every morning to his face, with the sun beaming behind his tiny head, making him look even more like an angel than he already is. I want to wake up by his touch, by the feeling he gives me. I just suddenly realized. This is how I want to wake up every morning, with him.

"Hi sleepyhead." He said.

I sat up and gave him a kiss, and Zayn started to laugh.

"What?" I asked.

"It's amazing really. Do you know how lazy I am? How long I sleep in the morning?"

I shook my head in confusion, still wearing his contagious smile.

"You still sleep not only longer, but deeper than me too. You seriously deserve an award for that."

I laughed with him.

"It's like I've found my soulmate, like, for real." He said.

I shook my head again, but with everything but confusion involved. I jumped on him, making him land on his back with me on top.

"I don't want this to end." Zayn said low with big and serious eyes.

"Me neither." I almost whispered. "But we still got half of it left."

He nodded and smiled. His arms were crossed under his head, and he leaned on them while watching me on top of his rising chest.

"And we still have the trip left. I bet that'll be fun." He said, and I nodded.

"About that.." I said and crawled down from him, to the floor. "I have to go to my room again, I gotta get my clothes and all my other packing."

"Yeah, do you want me to come with you?" He asked and stood up.

"No, I'll be fine. Thanks anyways." I said and quickly stood on my toes to give him another kiss.

Bim wasn't at class. Again. I sighed when my eyes threw glances all over the room, for nothing. Of course she wasn't here, one little thing that pissed her off, and she didn't even make an effort. But my sigh got even harder when I realized I wasn't one to judge, since I actually put her in that position.
When class was over, Zayn took my hand, and he started walking in a direction I had only walked in once. And when I thought back at that one time, I immediately knew what he was doing. He pushed the glassdoor open and closed it carefully behind me, sure to not make any noise.

"Zayn.." I groaned when his hand dived down to find his cigarettes.

"I'm sorry." He hurried to say as soon as his name was mentioned in my disappointed tone. "I-I can.. you know what, I'll just do it later, it's fine.."
"No." I said and grabbed his hand that were putting down his package again. "It's fine. I'm sorry."

Zayns shining, dark eyes looked into mine to be a few percent more sure he could smoke. I nodded and he smiled.

"Thank you. Y-you know, I am going to stop.. It's just.. I was stupid when I started, I wasn't the coolest person, and I just wanted to be cool, you know?" He said as he placed the small cigarette between his pink lips. "I just wanted to be cool, and now.. I'm just under a lot of pressure, with college and, and you.."

I leaned against the cold stone wall behind me with crossed arms, looking at him with an "I understand"-look.

"I'll stop, eventually, just right now.. you know, with everything's going on.. when things are going on, like, things I'm not used to, my addiction gets a little.. craving. I'm sure you know what I mean."

I nodded, amused by his nervous talking. He was always going to be the shyest guy I've ever known, and that's a fact. Zayn held his hand in front of his cigarette and quickly lighted the end of it. He took a lustful inhale, and leaned his head back with closed eyes. Though I was against this whole smoking-thing, I couldn't say that I didn't like the way the smoke slowly slipped out from his open mouth, and rolled up against his cold skin. It was extremely hot.
My fantasy got stamped on at the same time his cigarette got, and he found my hand with his usual, adorable smile. We walked inside again, and I realized how cold it was outside, the October-cold, when the heat hit us.
I realized I still had to talk to Bim, when we got to the crowded hall.

"Hey, I should go now, and.. you know." I said and looked up on him.

"Sure. Just text me when you're done, don't forget that I'm taking you out tonight." He winked.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" I said with eyes glistening of excitement.

"Yeah, it's pretty fancy. O-or, well.. yeah."

That was the thing about Zayn, once he got too confident, he instantly backed out and got nervous instead. I gently patted his cheek and kissed him.

"I don't care where it is, I only care about the person that'll be with me. Which is.."

"Me." He laughed and we kissed a little more before I had to go.

The way up to my dormitory was suddenly awfully short. Even though I didn't really have to, I still had to plan what I was going to say. Honestly, I felt pity for her, from her bad attempt to try to scare me off Louis. She could never do that, whatever lie she had in mind. And I knew, that if I was her, I would've been pretty ashamed of myself. Not that I wouldn't have if the plan actually succeeded, but even more if I had failed. Which she now had. Now I was the one in control, she was beneth me and still, I didn't want her to feel that way. I wanted her to know, after all she had done to me, I'd be here for her. And that I still was open for a friendship, even if it would take time.
Finally, I was there. I took a breath before I layed my hand on the handle. What was I so nervous about anyway? She was probably going to come to my arms, cry, and say "I'm sorry". I decided to just open. Maybe I'll just hang for a while. Maybe she'll want it. Maybe she'll need it.

"Hi." I said and closed the door after me.

Bim was sitting in front of the TV.

"Hi." She said with no emotion at all.

She turned around and looked at me with cold eyes.

"So, heartbroken yet?" She asked.

Wow, wow, wow, wait.. I had to think for a second. What did she mean? Didn't she know that I already knew the truth? That the act wasn't necessary anyone, that it was over?

"Excuse me?" I said as I approached her.

"You heard me. Weren't you broken enough, so you came here to take more shit?"

"Look, whatever you're talking about, Louis told me the truth yesterday." I said as I was slowly getting pissed off at her.

Bim laughed and stood up from her sitting position. She walked up to me with a grin.

"I'm telling you again, he kissed me." She said calmly.

"No, I believe Louis, and he told me that it was the other way around. You've already proven that you can't be trusted."

Bim nodded, still smiling. I was worried, what was going on in her head? What was going on at all? What did she mean? Didn't she understand that her prank wasn't funny anymore? Or was it me that had missed something? What the fuck was going on?!

"Maybe you shouldn't believe him so often."

Has she gone mad? I kept thinking as my heart now was beating hard.

"One last time, he kissed me. Are you going to believe me this time?" She asked.

"I never will. Not about this." I said cocky, but nervous as hell.

"Okay." She said and nodded. "Well, ever since it happened.. and ever since you got mad and obviously didn't trust me, I've desperatly been trying to find out a way to prove you wrong.. Well.. I found it."

I swallowed hard, and my eyes flickered all over her face in confusion.

"It's yours." She said and handed me a tape.

"W-what's this?" I stuttered.

"Take a look at it. It will tell you the truth."

She turned her back to me and left me with a black tape in my shaking hands, and with a million questions.

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