Around the campfire [h.s au] {RECONSTRUCTION}

VIII: Drag me down...

OML! Big surprise in this chapter! You have been warned...

Not edited yet, just wanted to get this out on time...

Edit of Olivia and Harry, plus Olivia's French Dot bikini in the sidebar/above❤️

Hilarious LOONEY TUNES version of Drag Me Down there as well❤️

"Morning sleepy head," someone whispers from beside me. I know that voice, I'd recognise it anywhere... It's him, he's back!

My eyes shoot open and I attempt to push him away, but soon realise that I'm tied to a chair in the middle of a warehouse. There is a gag in my mouth, but that doesn't stop me from trying to scream, which results in him hitting me around the back of the head with something hard and metal.

He comes to stand in front of me and his hazy green eyed meet mine. He holds out his hand towards me and it finally clicks somewhere in my brain that he has a gun.

This cannot be happening.

He's gonna kill me.

Once again, I scream out in fear and hear a gunshot go off...

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I bolt up in my bed, sweat coating my body, but soon lay back down in my bed and let out the breath I had sucked in, realising it was just a dream.

More like a nightmare, Livy comments.

I feel a headache coming on and decide to go back to sleep.

"Morning sleepy head," I hear a deep voice hum to me again as I close my eyes, they aren't closed for long, that's for sure.

I try to sit up to see who it is (I already have a pretty good idea that it's him all over again) but the intense pressure building on my temples and the insistent spinning of the room put an abrupt stop to that, so I simply decide to turn my head towards the source of the voice instead.

I see a tall, dark figure with unruly hair and dark green eyes standing beside my bed and scream in fright.

It's him.

We need to get out of here! I hear Livy scream. Quickly, I bolt out of bed but he managed to catch me with one arm as I tried to push past him and I scream again.

God, I need to stop screaming.

"What's going on in here?!" Zayn questions, rather loudly might I add, as he comes crashing into the tent, the light from outside- combined with the intense volume of his voice- making my head throb even harder.

Suddenly I remember where I am and finally realise that it wasn't him in my room- in fact, it's me in Zayn and Harry's tent. I slowly turn my head to see Harry sat down on the bed beside me (he let go of me when Zayn came in).

I do hate nightmares, they make me so paranoid and anxious.

Tentatively, Harry stands up and holds out his hands, offering me a glass of water and some ibuprofen.

"Sorry if I spooked you," he says softly as I take them from his hands gently, "I just came in t-Zayn told me to come and give you these to make your head feel better, just in case."