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My eyes fly open, I’m tucked in bed laying on my side, in the same position I’d fallen asleep in. As though I haven’t moved once throughout. Throwing the sheets off, I get up slowly.

Soft light pours in from the partly open curtains. A heavy sigh leaves me. “No time to waste”

I get cleaned, noticing in the mirror that the bruising on my face is mostly gone, and so is the cut on my lip. The back of my scalp still feels a little sore though. Back in the bedroom, I look through Zayn’s closet, only a few of my clothes are here, neatly arranged and folded.

I slip on my red velvet long-sleeved dress, and after a moment’s of thought, I wear my hoodie over it.

I pause when I enter the kitchen, “Zayne?” I’d been expecting to see Emma instead.

He turns, his eyes smiling as he tips his head “this is almost done, why don’t you sit?” then goes back to flipping pancakes.

“Surprised to see you here” I point out as I enter the kitchen fully, going around the table to take a look at what he’s co