Vigilante | H.S.

25 | Goodnight

March 21
4:30am

I haven't slept a wink.

I went back to the room that Harry told me to stay in, and I lay in the bed, completely wide awake for two hours.

I didn't sleep last night either, but tonight was worse.

Luckily there was a bathroom down the hall. I had managed to steal a quick shower, and there was also an unopened toothbrush, still in its packet that I used to brush the horrible tastes of my mouth before going to bed.

My hair had completely dried, and layed in the bed, staring at the ceiling.

I couldn't stop thinking about James. How he had come back, and I knew he wanted to hurt me again. I was too scared to go to sleep because I knew I would have another nightmare and probably wake everyone up with my frantic screaming.

I decided to get up, I knew I wasn't going to sleep and there was no point in trying to anymore. I saw a balcony when I was walking up with Harry, and I thought it would be nice to sit outside and watch the sunrise, instead of laying in the dark.

I crept down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. Something about sneaking around someone else's home in the dark made me uneasy. I felt like I was going to find something I shouldn't or I'd get caught sneaking around.

Entering the living room, it was dead silent, pitch black. I could only make upt faint shapes surrounding me from the moonlight shining in from the windows. The only thing I could hear was the soft sound of my footsteps, echoing up the high ceiling.

I silently prayed that the balcony door would be open. I thought it would be nice if I could just sit and watch the sunrise over the city, giving myself some time to just think over everything that had happened.

But just as I grabbed the handle of the balcony door, a voice stopped me.

"Daisy?"

I jumped in fraught and spun around, searching my eyes through the darkness to try and see where the voice had come from. Sitting upright on the couch, I managed to make out a figure that I recognised.

"Zayn?" I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the darkness enough to make out his face.

He was sitting upright with his arms crossed over his chest, a pouty frown on his face. He seemed completely wide awake, which I thought was strange since it was after four in the morning.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, internally smiling at the fact he seemed so grumpy about losing the argument and having to sleep on the couch.

"I'm protesting" He answered like it was obvious, blowing out an exaggerated huff, "I don't get to sleep so I'll be grumpy in the morning, but that's on them because they'll just have to deal with it."

I smiled at his immaturity, Louis too. It was strange to me thinking that I had been intimidated by them when I had first met him, and now I was laughing at the fact that they were just little kids in adult bodies.

"You can have the spare room if you want" I offered, seeing as I wouldn't be sleeping in there.

Zayns entire face lit up with a big cheesy grin. He shot up off the couch faster than I could process. His arms wrapped around me in a hug so tight that I could hardly breathe.

"Daisy you're the best" He started swaying side to side, I could hear the smile on his face, "Love you the most"

"My favourite lil bad bitch" He pressed a kiss to my forehead, squeezing his arms around me once again.