Pillow Talk

Prologue

Pooja Davies is an insomniac.

It's not for a particular reason that she can't get to sleep. She just can't.

When she was younger she would cuddle with her parents every night and doze right off. But since the abrupt death of her parents, she had immense struggles sleeping—the only thing that serving as the antidote is a cuddle buddy.

It wasn't so bad because at the orphanage she shared a room with a girl who was scared of the dark and at sleepovers she had her friends. When she hit seventeen she got herself a boyfriend and with him came benefits—snuggle benefits.

But now Zayn had been long gone since last year and she needed sleep. She craved sleep and hated the long nights that greeted her.

She hated being an insomniac. Besides the lack of sleep she got, she felt she could never get a moment of peace.

It's fine during the day when everyone else is up. But everyone went to sleep and the silence was left to engulf her, play tricks with her hearing.

She could hear the sounds of nature surrounding her; every creak, howl, drip, shuffle and plop. It drove her insane and she often thought what normal felt like. What it would feel like to sleep on her own.

She couldn't sleep and she hated her mind for it. The way it seemed as if all her troubles since the morning hit her. All her worries and ambitions kept her awake. Little things like; the need to go grocery shopping, wether or not her underwear matched and what Zayn was up to would act as her cold water—shocking her nerves and jolting energy into her. They worked relentlessly, not allowing her to shut her eyes for too long.

Pooja Davis hated having insomnia.

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A/N

Hey there skittles!

I couldn't help myself with the 1D reference. Although this isn't a fanfic there's no harm in a little fun!

I hope you enjoy my book!

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Jo x