HYSTERIA

TWENTY FIVE - DREAM POLICE

this chapter is very dark and heavy. please don't hesitate to ask for a chapter summary, i will gladly give it to you. take breaks when you need to and don't forget how important you are <3

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DREAM POLICE - CHEAP TRICK

"Every single night they're driving me insane, those men inside my brain."

ARIEL CALLAWAY

I love my friends.

Today has been a blast. We've been taking advantage of our last full day on this trip, and we've been drinking since at least 10am. We started outside, going back and forth between the pool and the beach before starting up the grill for some dinner.

A good all American BBQ was on the menu tonight before we got ready to head downtown again. Unfortunately, Drew and Miles had to leave us this morning, but I got a text from Drew shortly before their flight left saying that Miles' seat is right next to hers. If that isn't a sign from the universe then I don't know what is.

We've all had plenty to drink today and it's evident by the way some of us are acting. I don't think I've ever seen Niall so giggly in the month or so that I've known him. Zayn is also more talkative than usual, he and Niall have been feeding off of each other all day.

I've been mixing in waters here and there and munching on snacks, so I can definitely say I'm doing better than most of us.

Right now we're all gathered outside by the pool, grilling our dinner and relaxing on the loungers.

"So, did he claim you as his own yet?" Zayn asks, laying down next to me on the cushioned outdoor bed, resting his head on my stomach and his half empty beer bottle on his bare stomach.

I chuckle and his head bounces lightly. "I just figured after everything last night..." he continues and I nod before officially responding, "Well we decided we aren't seeing other people as of now."

"That's it? Not dating?" He asks and my jaw drops.

"Dating? Hell no! It'll be a long time before I ever let myself get wrapped up in a man like that."

He just hums and I find myself trailing my gaze over his body. I've never seen someone with so many tattoos.

"I really like your tattoos." I compliment him and he turns his face up to look at me.

"Yeah? Thank you. I like yours too." He reaches his hand up to pinch my hip, remembering the few I have and the hidden locations they're in.

"I've been wanting more." I tell him honestly.

"I could help you out with that." He responds.

"You know someone? Of course you do, I'm sure you have a very trusted artist." I ask before retreating my question after answering it myself.

"I was talking about me." He answers and my eyebrows furrow. "I'm an artist."

"What the fuck? Seriously? You're a tattoo artist? Zayn, that's cool as fuck!" I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him while we talk.

His face lights up in joy. "Where at?" I ask.

"Eclipse, right off of 6th."

I nod, familiar with the location. "Can I book you? Like now? Fuck, I have too many ideas, what do I even start with?" I laugh, several ideas running through my brain of tattoos I've been brainstorming for the past few years.