Suicidal texts • z.m.

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Zayn's pov.

"Zayn, baby"

I look up, to look at her; yet, beautiful face.

God, I was lucky.

"Please never do that again; you had me worried sick, baby" I told her as I began to sob.

She looked at me for a moment, before answering;

"I won't" she said as she smiled big at me, while intertwining our fingers.