Awake

Chapter 5

Sunny's P.O.V

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It had been a few days after the last incident with Niall. That night, I had to go to my room by myself, and to be honest, I hadn't slept one bit. Thoughts were tied in my head during every minute in the previous days. I didn't know what to think.

I saw him a few times, but he acted as if nothing happened. I was really pissed at that fact. It wasn't anything, I knew it was something, and he did too. Then why was he acting like this?

At the moment, it was morning again. I didn't know what made me wake up that early. It was so early that the wind was still cold, and it was summer! I got into the bathroom to take a shower, so I stripped and stood in the bathtub with my head down under the shower. I had too much to think of.

First thing was my family. I seriously couldn't stop thinking about that picture. I had stared at it every night before I go to sleep during the preceding days.

Second thing was the nightmares. I really, really loathed those. Ever since that day in the park, nightmares started attacking my slumber. It was the freakish man with a knife who keeps following me, and when I start to get away thinking that I made it, I feel blood dripping from my forehead. I touch it and I can feel that all of my face is bloody, my vision blurs and I wake up crying. Every single night.

Third thing was that Irish blonde boy. I couldn't get him out of my mind. He was treating me pretty coldly, and I had no clue why.

I was getting ready to get out after washing my hair when the creak of the door stopped me in my tracks. I stood behind the curtain pretty much freaked out.

"I didn't know you were up." A voice with an Irish accent echoed, "I'm just gonna brush my teeth."

I heard the water tap getting opened and the sound of the brush moving against his white teeth. I hesitated.

"Can you, please, hand me a towel?" I had to ask him, it was too far for me to reach without getting out from my hiding place.

I saw his arm extend from the other side of the curtain, and he handed me the towel without a word. I quickly wrapped the towel around my body and stepped out with my still-dripping hair.

He stared at me up and down with the brush in his mouth. Then he looked away and continued what he was here to do.

I stood beside him with my hairbrush and started brushing out the tangles in my hair. I was very distracted by his presence next to me, furthermore, by my presence just in a towel in front of him. I kept staring at him indirectly and hopefully without being noticed.

He wore a pair of black skinny jeans and a white top. His hair was unusually spiked up. He wore a necklace that I couldn't really see because it was under the hem of his shirt.

Suddenly I couldn't move the brush in my hair any further. My eyes widened as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, in particular, my hair, more particularly, the enormous tangle I caused while I was unfocused.

Niall turned to look at me funny when he heard an 'ouch' coming out of my mouth. "What's up with the bush on your head?"

I glared at him. "None of your damn business."

He shrugged and gargled with water before spitting. He turned to me again looking amused while I tried to move the brush up and down.

"You're making it worse."

"Shut up."

I groaned in pain when it was stuck even more. The bastard was right, but I couldn't admit to him that he was. Ugh.