Hannah POV:

"When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
ou a beautiful sunrise
There's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where toi are
How old is your soul?

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving toi all my love
I'm still looking up

And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
To see what toi find" I sang while packing my bags. Zayn wanted me to déplacer in with him. Of course I a dit yes, but I had a condition.

"Your a great singer," I turned around and saw Niall.
"What are toi doing here?" I asked.
"Zayn asked me to come help!" he said.
"Why did he come?" I asked a little angry.
"He started throwing up, he was trying to come, but I didn't want him to get anymore sick. So I told him I could come," He explained.
"Oh okay, well I'm almost done, but..." I looked around the room, there was an empty box and all my pictures, from when I was little. "You can put those pictures in the box, but be careful!" I demanded and he laughed.
"Got it!"

We spent almost two hours packing the rest of my stuff.
"That didn't take that long..." Niall said. I laughed, "Okaay,".
"Have toi ever thought of a chant career?" He asked sitting on my empty bed. I shook my head. "No."
"You should," He exclaimed. I blushed and looked down. "I don't know, my mom was a singer," I said.
"Really?" He asked in that Irish accent. I nodded and sat par him. "Yeah, she stopped chant though."
"Well, toi have an amazing voice, can I hear it again?" My cœur, coeur sank I hated chant in front of people, but I agreed,
"Hello, hello
Anybody out there? Cause I don't hear a sound
Alone, alone
I don't really know where the world is but I miss it now

I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the haut, retour au début of my lungs
Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
But it's never enough

Cause my echo, echo
Is the only voice coming back
My shadow, shadow
Is the only friend that I have

Listen, listen
I would take a whisper if that's all toi had to give
But it isn't, isn't
toi could come and save me and try to chase the crazy right out of my head

I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the haut, retour au début of my lungs
Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
But it's never enough..." I looked over at Niall, he was smiling at me, "Yeah, I am not that good," I went over to a box and put it on haut, retour au début of my night table, well Jessie's. "Well we should um... go," I said. He nodded. We brought all my boxes to Zayn's house. He had a different house, all to himself.


"Hey, how toi feeling?" Niall asked talking to Zayn.
"Good, I guess." Zayn a dit laying on the canapé with hit peignoir, robe untied.
"I'll go, call if toi need anything!" He a dit walking out the door and shutting it behind him. I sat par Zayn and rubbed his back.
"Hungry?" I asked and he shook his head no. He scooted over and laid me down on the couch, "I just want toi here," He held me very closely. I eventually fell asleep. I woke up, and Zayn was shaking like crazy and his eyes where wide opened, scared.