D e l i g h l a :
I shot up from the couch and frantically looked around.
"Woah, woah, whats wrong Del?" Zayn asked as he looked up at me with raised eyebrows.
"T-the plane! and the lights! and the 'get delighla out of here!' and the waiting! and the-" I yelled while gripping my hair.
"Calm down love, there is no plane. Your okay." Harry cooed an rubbed my arm. I snatched my arm away from him and stood up.
"No. You know what? Im not going on that plane when we get to the airport, if anything, you're gonna have to stick me with a needle and give me something to make me pass out. " I said stubbornly and stomped to my bunk. I slammed the door that leads to the 'living room' and plopped down on my bunk.
"Maybe the dream was a sign..." I mumbled to myself with wide eyes.
"That I'm going to start my period." I gasped.
I sighed and rubbed my face in my hands, then left it in my hands.
'Delighla.'
Someone said in a worried tone.
Great, Zayns violating my thoughts again.
'Zelda. I really don't wanna talk right now.'
I am not getting on that plane even if my life depended on it! -well if that dream really happens while I'm on the plane with the boys, then I would reconsider. But since it could be the future, I'm not stepping foot anywhere near that thing.
I have that feeling again, I feel as if theres something I'm missing...
"Baby snowflake?" Liam asked from behind the door. I sighed and stood up, then walked over to the door and opened it. After he walked in I immediately shut and locked the door.
"Whats wrong snow?" He asked in a sigh and sat down on Niall's bunk. I realized he had tears in his eyes.
"No, Li. Whats wrong with you? Why are you crying?" I whispered and sat down next to him, then enveloped him in a hug.
Hugs cure everything.
Except when you don't have Nutella, or poptarts...
Then thats when hugs don't cure everything.
But mostly Nutella...
GAH! IM OFF TOPIC!
"Delighla..." He started and I looked at him in his eyes. He looks really deep in thought.
"If I told you... lets just say, for instance.." He paused and looked for the right words to say.
"For instance..." I trailed off and encouraged him to continue.
"D-Danielle-" He started to breathe uncontrollably and tears were threatening to spill out of his big beautiful brown eyes. Right now, I could care less about my stupid dream, the plane, the hate, everything. The only thing on my mind is this sad boy in front of me, the sad boy that needs someone and no one seems to understand. Liam figures that Im most likely going to understand more than any other person on this bus. He is everyones rock, always has been and always will be. Thats just how things work. No one can handle everyone else's problems and handle their own, its impossible. You rely on someone, everyone relies on someone, wether you notice it or not. Liam can't stay strong forever, and its not good to keep all of our emotions bunched up anyways.
"Danielle is what Li? Is she okay?" I got off the bed and kneeled in front of him and grabbed his trembling hands.
I am beyond scared. Whats wrong with Dani?
