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Darryl's POV

I woke up to a warm feeling on my chest. Normally I usually wake up to it being a little cold from the overnight wind, but this time it was pretty warm. I lightly touch my chest and feel hair. I try to get up but hear a small don't go coming from above me. When I fully wake up, I realize it's Zak. I forgot that he asked me to stay with him, so I did. I blushed a lot, before playing with Zak's hair. It was soft and fluffy, like I imagined it was. He started smiling and inching closer to me. I thought about this moment, about how nice it felt to have Zak here with me. Being with just Zak this entire week made me feel something I hadn't felt in a while. I loved being with him every second, and it seemed that he did too. I hugged him a little tighter and looked down at him, only to notice he was looking up at me. He smiled lightly and so did I. I moved the hair from his face and he started to blush. I move closer to his face and he does too. Our lips-

knock knock

-didn't touch as we jolted away from each other in shock. The knocking happened again as I scrambled for my brush to quickly brush out my hair. Zak looked like a mess from all the tossing and turning he did last night. I don't know what he was dreaming about but it seemed pretty bad. Although he had a bad night, he seemed to wake up fine. I don't know if it was because of me or if he doesn't remember it but he seemed ok so I brushed it off. But I was still suspicious.

I opened my door and my roommate stared at me. He asked what took me so long to answer and I just simply replied with I was doing something. He rolled his eyes and leaned on the door frame. I looked back at Zak who was staring into space. He caught a glimpse of me and smiled, then turned back to play with his sleeves. He was adorable, to say the least. He always acted so small and innocent, and I liked this side of him. I like his YouTube side, but sometimes I much rather this side of him. It gets tiring trying to keep up after so long.

My roommate coughed and it brought me back to my senses. I figured he wanted me to make breakfast, so I politely brushed past him and went down the stairs. I grabbed the pots and pans and started to get to work. I heard chatting coming from upstairs, but I just assumed it was Harry and Zak becoming friends. I slightly smiled to myself while continuing to make breakfast. The two came downstairs when I was nearly finished. I turned around and almost dropped the plate I was holding.

When I turned around, Zak looked even worse than he did before. His breathing was slightly off, his eyes were red from crying, and he was shaking. I looked at Harry who just grinned and shrugged, as if he had nothing to do with it. I cursed under my breath while still examining Zak. He seemed fine, in regards to his physical health. But he didn't look ok emotionally. I hugged him and he started crying into my shirt. Harry rolled his eyes and started banging on the table. I looked at him, annoyed, before turning around and realizing I hadn't finished breakfast yet. I turned back to Zak and gave him another hug, before finished breakfast and serving it to everyone.

Zak was the first one to finish. He ate really quickly and still asked if there was any more left. I gave him the rest of my food, I didn't feel like eating after looking at Zak carefully. He finished my plate before Harry as well, not bothering to ask him for any. Instead, he just looked down as he waited for him to finish. When everyone was done, he went upstairs into my room and closed the door. Harry also got up, and went up to my room. I got very suspicious of Harry, but my suspicions were proven when I heard my door lock. I rushed upstairs and banged on the door, but when it opened, there was no one there. I searched all around my room, but the only thing I could find was an open window. I cursed as I rushed down the stairs, threw on my shoes and jacket, grabbed my keys, and set out to find where Harry had taken Zak.