3:47 am
This is my 1st ever published fanfic please be kind. I wrote this prompt in April, finished it end of sept for Zayne birthday. Please know I tried to not make too many grammatical errors and did the best I could. Please enjoy!
Prompt - I have a night terror in the middle of the night, and starts to cry at my frustration. Zayne next to me and has a way to calm me down.
I’m trying to fight my sleepiness because I don’t want it to happen again. I can’t resist him tho when I’m comfy next to his warm body. I rest my head on his arm and we watch the movie together. Zayne and I finished watching the movie in the living room. He turns his head and sees me blinking to stay awake. “I think a certain someone needs to go to bed before she falls asleep on the couch. I also won’t be able to move either so we should move to the bedroom.”
I grab his arm and look up at him with pleading eyes, because I don’t want to sleep.
“I don’t want too tho and you know why. Zayne I won’t be able to sleep well”.
“Do I need to get Mr. seal to help you sleep? If not I can try and help and make you as comfortable as possible, but I think the first step is for us to go to bed together. I suggest you hold on to me.”
As soon as he finishes his words, he gently takes my hand and sets it down. He gets up from the couch and bends down and as I wrap my arms around his neck to carry me from the couch to the bedroom. He gently sets me down on the bed and gives me a forehead kiss. “Get in some comfy clothes and I’ll prepare the bed for you”. While I get up and go to the drawer and get some warm clothes Zayne fixed the bed and went to get some stuff.
I changed and Zayne knocks to make sure he can come inside the room. I allow him to come in and after we lay in bed for a while he turns to give me my plushies and then turns the lights off. I feel tired, restless and hoping I get a full night sleep. I start to get heavy eyelids and I start to sleep in the warmest arms that ever embraced me.
Suddenly, I wake up gasping for air. I immediately sit up trying to not wake up Zayne. I wipe my eyes, and check my phone for the time. My mouth is dry as the Sahara, my body is covered with chills as I feel disheveled because it’s a groggy 3:47 a.m. However, it’s better than last night, because yesterday I woke up at 1:42 a.m. and the night before that was 2:32 a.m.
”Why did I have another night terror? I’m tired of these scenes playing over and over and over again when I want to sleep in peace. Why is it so hard have good dreams? I want to be less down and more relaxed” I say in my empty shaken mind.
I decide to take a deep breath, try to calm down. I see a water bottle next to my stand drink a bit. My body is hot and sweating, I slowly get up from the bed and I take off my shorts and my shirt. I change into one of his few cozy shirts and my underwear. I’m feeling more comfortable and cooler so I lay back down on the bed and pull the blanket back on me.
As soon as I cover myself, I heard “Who said you can wear my clothes?” Zayne knows my sleep habits recently, he has made himself more comforting to me since he doesn’t like seeing me scared from my night terrors.
I uncover myself from the blankets and move it to my lap, sit back up and rest my back against the pillows behind me. Zayne sits up on the bed and moves closer and just listens to me.
“Ugh Zayne I just wish I could stop having these night terrors and have nice dreams. Dreams where its just a peaceful place, with nothing to scare me, nothing to cause anxiety, it messes with my abilities sometimes for work, I can’t focus well or I can’t communicate to my leaders or perform well and I feel bad about myself…”
I stop myself because I feel I just want to start to cry at it all. My hormones, emotions, my mentality isn’t doing well cause my sleep has been awful in the last week. Zayne puts his arm around my waist and tells me to turn and face him, I can tell that by me getting choked up hurts his soul. He starts to rubs my arm in a slow smooth motion up and down, his breathing is steady, his eyes are soft, his body is my blanket keeping us both warm, and he keeps his composure and reassures me in a whispering voice
“I’m.. I am sorry I can’t help what happens in your dreams. Dreams are merely nothing real and just all fictional, however it seems so surreal in your mind that it scares you and I”.
I take a deep breath as I try to figure out what to say next, but I don’t have the words. I just lay there with him and I start to wipe the tears from my eyes and try to stop myself from choking up. He gently places a soft tender kiss on the top of my head as he starts to rub my back and by his actions this reassures me I’m safe with him and in my night terrors it’s all merely fiction. He holds me tight in his embrace, it’s not suffocating or far away, just enough to feel safe in his arms.
I start to finally take deep breaths, clear my eyes and nuzzle in his chest, in this moment I hear nothing but his heartbeat and his breathing. “Are you better now? Or At least good enough to go back to sleep? I don’t do this often ,but I’d even hum you a lullaby if you need it” He asks.
“It might take me a minute, but I feel relieved. I left my night terror in the past and a special someone comforted me and didn’t judge me.”
He makes a small scoffing sound as if I sound crazy. “Why would I judge something you can’t control? When we sleep, our minds are in a different place hoping to escape reality. And when our dreams start to intertwine with reality we can’t help but feel scared, especially when these terrors are terrorizing my darling in her sleep.”
As he keeps rubbing and making sure I’m ok he grabs and kisses my left hand and then my kisses my fingers one by one with his soft warm breath. He knows that when he kisses me it’s one of my favorite ways of reassurance. I’m not too much of a touchy person myself ,however when i’m in great distress he knows it’s the only the way to calm him and I down. I know that when he kisses me it’s a small action, but it fills our hearts to no end. It’s a quiet bond I allowed him to do after being more comfortable with him. When words fail for him, each kiss serves as a small poem of affection to me and me only, and I know what each poem means. His poems are not aggressive, hard, or rough ,but rather small warmth of sunshine, a sweet rose freshly cut, a sweet treat on a Sunday afternoon. He maybe cold, stern or even come off as rude, but his warmth melts away all worries in this even colder world.
He then flips my hand to kiss my palm then suddenly Zayne stops and stares at my palm for a moment. He looks at my hand with curiosity and asks me “hey what is this on your hand, How have I never seen this before?”
“Oh, It’s just a mark on me it’s nothing big, I actually don’t really like it because-“
“Nonsense, why would you not like it, it’s part of your body forever and besides it’s only unique to you and you only.”
I froze in thought because I had never had that thought before I just said what came into my mind. He then pulls my hand to his mouth and kisses my mark and rubs it in a slow tender loving way. He starts looking at my left arm thoroughly as if he is doing an inspection and noticed I have some more marks. I never look at them they are from either previous missions or simple tasks at home. His warm kisses start to form on my wrist and then slowly progress towards my arm. Each one leaving a warm feeling along my arm. “Zayne, I appreciate you doing this, but don’t have to do thi-“ suddenly my body has greatly shifted towards him.
He gently places my arm back to my side. Suddenly, my eyes close as he starts to kiss my lips. One hand is on my waist and the other has my chin facing him.
This kiss is a rather warm tender feeling like in the spring flowers blooming from the ground. It’s a euphoric feeling in the middle of the night that we are addicted to. The sound of our heavy heartbeats and breaths mingled between us and is our music for tonight. His hands start to play and twirl with my hair as I make lazy circles around his neck. There is nothing better in this midnight. It’s just me and my sweetheart on this moment where it feels as if we are the only people left in this world.
Moments later, he and I part our lips and calm our breathing down. “Do you think that will ease your pain when you go to bed tonight?” I ponder at what to say in response to his question. “hmmm… I think for tonight if you could please hold my hand I think I’ll be better.”
“I could watch you sleep until the sun shines on your beautiful skin. I will always hold your hand, and never let it go until you tell me too. I don’t like seeing you in distress it pains me, sweetie. I want to do all I can to assure you to get proper sleep.”
“Oh Zayne, I have one more small favor to ask and I can sleep tonight. Can you please hum me that lullaby to sleep?”
“I can’t go back on my word, I did say I would. If you want it I will do it for you. I hope it brings you the sweetest dream and I hope maybe I’m in it.”
We finally simmer down and lay next to each other and stare at each other for a quick moment. He grabs my hand and pulls me close in his warm embrace. I lay my head on his arm and as I try to go back to sleep, he finally starts to hum a lullaby and I slowly start to drift into my sleep.
He gently places a kiss on my forehead and whispers to me.“You’re fast asleep, I hope you don’t have anymore troubled dreams. If you encounter these night terrors, remember they are nothing but fictional stories. I will do my best to make sure my darling never has to encounter these problems again. Good night my beloved.”
