"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"I Can't Sleep"

^^give me that (the boy and the shirt tbh)

WARNING: OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS I WILL BE EDITING PERVIOUS CHAPTERS OF THE STORY TO FIX SOME ERRORS THAT HAVE BEEN BOTHERING ME. THESE INCLUDE INCONSISTENCIES, PLOT HOLES, TYPOS, ETC. THESE WONT REALLY AFFECT YOU GUYS, BUT WILL MAKE THE READING EXPERIENCE FOR NEW READERS MORE PLEASANT. THANK YOU. {NOVEMBER 3RD 2015}

Paris's P.O.V.

New Zealand practically flew by, and before I knew it we were off to the UK. With all the shows and driving and sight seeing, you'd think I would have fallen into bed each night, but I didn't. I worked on my classes a lot, which were fairly easy but still caused me a lot of stress. It seemed to be it no longer mattered how tired I was, my stress levels decided the severity of my nightmares.
If they were regular (high for regular people), they were bad, but not wake up screaming bloody murder bad.
If my stress levels were unusually high, even for me (enough to send a regular person into a spiral of despair and incapability to move due to stress), the nightmares were like burning in the pits of hell.
So far, I'd been able not to wake up the boys with me when I shot up sweaty and tears eyed in the middle of the night, but I knew it could only last so long. I knew I had to get them under control, but I just didn't know how.
I cried myself to sleep many nights, after lying awake terrified of what hallucinations sleep would bring.
Now, on the plane to , I was exhausted from travel, but scared to go to sleep lest I wake everyone up.
I attempted to stay awake for awhile by reading, but eventually the words we just blurry in front of me and I couldn't retain what I was reading.
Finally, after 4 hours of content reading, 1 hour of rereading the same paragraphs over and over again, and a half hour of debating whether to wake him or not, I finally tapped Luke's shoulder until he woke up.
"What-what's wrong?" He asked sleepily, blinking slowly a few times.
"I need someone to talk to," I told him apologetically.
"Oh, okay," he said with a yawn, causing me to yawn as well. "So are you excited?"
"Oh very," I nodded. "I've always wanted to go to Scotland."
"Really?"
I nodded. "Amy on Doctor Who is Scottish. Plus, the whole Loch Ness monster theory used to really intrigue me when I was little."
Luke chuckled. "We're you just the most cultured child ever or-?"
I laughed, shaking my head. "I just watched a lot of movies and read a lot of books."

Luke and I talked for a good forty minutes before I had to stifle my fifth yawn.
"You seem really tired," Luke frowned. "Why don't you go to sleep?"
"I'm, uh, trying to beat jet lag," I lied.
Luke's brow furrowed. "But New Zealand is 13 hours ahead of Edinburg. We'll be getting there at 8:30 in the morning which will feel like 9:30 at night. If you slept now, you'd be somewhat on par with where you want to be."
"Oh," I said. "I guess so."
"Go to sleep," Luke instructed firmly but kindly, spreading his blanket out over the both of us.
I was nervous, but I leaned my head on Luke's should and took long, deep breaths in attempt to calm myself down.

My last thought before I went to sleep was that the blanket was blue, and that blue caused calmness inducing chemicals in the brain to be released.
I was a nerd even unconsciously.

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When I woke up, it was light out, and all of the other boys were awake.
I hadn't had a nightmare: a miracle.
They were all sitting there in silence, and as soon as Michael made a move to talk, he was stopped by a harsh glare from Luke.
I blinked sleepily, mumbling as I sat up.
"Oh thank god," Michael said when he noticed my rising. "Luke's had us on silent for the past hour and a half."
I smiled, not being able to laugh so soon after waking up, rubbing my eyes and putting my glasses back on before running my fingers through my messy hair.
"We should be landing in a half hour or so," Ashton told me.
I nodded, pulling a stick of mint gum from my bag and sticking it in my mouth.
"Do you have a concert tomorrow?" I asked them all in general.
"Yeah," Calum piped up. "Then we drive to Glasgow, then to Dublin. We have two shows in Dublin."
"That's where Niall lives," I beamed.
"He'll probably be there," Ashton commented.
"Don't even joke about such things," I warned Ashton.
"I'm not joking. As you know, he really likes our band."
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Really?"
Ashton nodded.
I sighed in disbelief and flopped back into my seat with wild eyes. "Wow."
They boys all laughed as my fangirl heart hammered in my chest a mile a minute.
Niall was really famous. Everyone knew who he was. He was a millionaire.
And there was a possibility that I, a small town girl, was going to meet him.
It was all too wow for me.
"I think she's a bit too excited by the prospect," Michael chuckled.
"Shut it, Mikey," I told him instinctively. "Let me be myself."
Michael laughed, but said no more.
Good, I wanted to be left alone to fangirl until we landed.

A/N: am I the only one who dreams about what I think about before I go to bed? sometimes that's good because sometimes I think about happy things but other times I'm just stressing so it makes for some not so nice dreams 😐😕😁