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"I think so too" he laughed and sat next to me. I stopped what I was busy with and looked at him with no emotion showing.

"That's not funny Zayn" I crossed my arms.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to offend you" he cleared his throat as he fidgeted.

"Relax... I'm just messing with you" I laughed, hitting the bed repeatedly.

"Or am I?" he stopped laughing and seemed scared for a moment.

"I should go find out if Max is here" he abruptly got up and rushed to the door.

"Sit down" I commanded.

"Zayn can I put my hand on your shoulder? I just want to try something" I reached my hand to him.

"Right now, while your in labour?" he came closer to me, I ignored his question and placed my hand on his shoulder immediately being whirled into his memories once again.

Zayn was merely an inch away from her, he hovered over her staring in her eyes, slowly losing focus of reality, Amory smiled as she placed her hand behind his neck, and squeezed it.