Save You (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 7

**Harry's POV**

I lay there awake, my mind too jumbled and full to relax. No matter how hard I tried, my eyelids just wouldn't remain closed any longer than five minutes. Finding sleep just seemed impossible tonight. Zayn's faint snores seemed louder than they would in reality, each loud roar bouncing around in my head. His leg hung out of the side of the bed whilst his arms were spread out wide like a starfish, taking up most the mattress and leaving me with just a sliver of it on the end. I jabbed him in the side with my elbow in annoyance and he stopped for about five seconds before the roaring started again.

I groaned and flopped over to my stomach, slamming the pillow down on top of my head to muffle the sound. I tossed and turned but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get to sleep. When I stole a glance at the small digital clock on the bedside table, I saw that it was almost three am. With an exasperated sigh, I kicked away the duvet and pushed myself up to my feet.

As I grabbed onto the door handle, Zayn let out a louder snore than usual and I lowered my brows at his sleeping form before grabbing the duvet and tossing it over his body so he was completely hidden beneath a it.

I padded into the living room, not even taking a single glance at Brian who was just standing there keeping watch as usual. I walked into the kitchen and peered inside the half empty fridge for around a minute or two before settling with a bottle of water.

I was tempted to sneak into Liam's room and spend the night on the floor to avoid Zayn's snores but I quickly decided against it. After taking a few gulps of water, I put the bottle on the table without bothering to screw the cap back on and sat on the edge of the bed. Zayn was still hidden under the quilt but now his leg was peaking out, covering up the last few inches of the bed. I didn't really care; it seemed pointless to try and sleep tonight as my mind wouldn't let me.

I couldn't get that girl out of my head. I knew it was her who slid the files under the door. It had to be. No one would just slide files under the door then leave unless you wanted to be noticed and by the way she has been acting lately, it doesn't look like she wants to be noticed by any other living being. I just don't understand her at all. She just appears when I'm on the brink of death, rescues me then disappears. Not that I'm complaining but I want to thank her at least once before she disappears.

I wonder if anyone else has see her before? Does she do the same thing to other celebrities/people or is it just me? More and more questions seemed to buzz around my head and none of them would go away unanswered. I decided to do something pointless and probably stupid.

I stood up and walked over to the corner of the room where mine and Zayn's bags were carelessly tossed. I rummaged through Zayn's suitcase and eventually found his laptop. I sat on the floor and leaned back on the side of the bed as I pushed down the button, watching the screen come to life. I squinted at the bright light and waited for my eyes to adjust before opening them fully. Once the screen was loaded, I went on the internet and google immediately appeared on my screen. I pressed my lips into a thin line as I thought before typing the words on the keyboard, my annoyingly big hands taking too long to find the right keys.

Hooded girl rescues celebrity

Many random news articles, most fake or just absolute bullshit, appeared on the screen. As I scanned through each thumbnail, nothing related to the same hooded figure who rescued me. Then I found a news article about the time I was rescued from the gunshot on the stage. The writer didn't seem to know anything about this girl so that was useless.

After scanning through many pages of pointless thumbnails, I scrolled back up to the search bar and began to type again.

Girl dressed in black appears and disappears after rescuing celebrity