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LYRA’S P.O.V.

“Quit picking your nose” I said while looking at Zayn who was literally having a war with his nose that I fear he might actually remove it

“Mum” I turned to look at him with worry creeping into me.

Zany barely calls me mum but when he does I know too well that something was wrong and the weird look on his face wasn’t so settling

“What happened?”

“I feel weak, like how I felt last year” I took in a sharp breathe knowing exactly what he was talking about

“We’ll be on the plane soon and you can get some sleep” he finally removed his hand...