the girls of the boys

sleepless in bermuda

In the living room

"Oh my god, I'm so hot," Kirsten mumbled, half asleep as she kicked the blanket to the end of the little cot she shared with Harry.

"Wha" Harry grunted barely audibly.

"It's hot as a mother in here," Kirsten whined craning her neck as if she were drowning in the heat.

"Huh?" Harry asked, he propped himself up on his arm as he rubbed the haze out of his eyes.

"I. Am. Hot." Kirsten repeated with frustration for the third time.

"Oh," Harry said rubbing her back, "lift up your hair," he commanded quietly. Kirsten picked up all her hair off her neck and tilted her head to the side.

"Why did I pick up my hair? I'm still really hot," Kirsten grumbled quietly.

"Oh, baby, I know you are," Harry grinned wickedly from behind her, he pursed his lips and gently blew cool air on the back of her neck. "Better?" He asked in between breath of cool air.

"Ah, that's so nice," Kirsten purred as she tilted her head backwards. She slightly turned her head to the right and made eye contact with Harry. He smirked at her and leaned forward kissing her on the side of the lip. She let her hair fall from her hands and cascade down her back. She turned to face him and planted her lips firmly on his as he grabbed her cheeks and pulled her to him.

"Mm, mm, you are so hot" Harry mumbled in between kisses. Kirsten smiled into the kiss and broke their connection. Harry held her cheeks and smiled at her, he gave her a quick peck on the nose before holding up the sheet for her to get under. She giggled and slid under the sheet with him. He turned so his back was to the wall and he looked at her with a giddy grin. She scrunched up her nose and smiled at him before turning her back on him and smiling to herself. She heard him make a small huff about her turning away and she let out a small giggle before attempting utilize the fleeting hours of sleep.

In the bedroom

Becca lay there, her eyes wide open focusing on the revolving fan that was circulating the stuffy air. She tried turning over, then the other way, then flat on her back. She kicked off the blanket, then pulled it back, then rolled it down.

"Huh?" Zayn asked, sitting up slightly, balancing on his elbow and scratching his head.

"I'm so sorry," Becca said quickly realizing she'd woken Zayn up.

"No, it's okay, are you okay?" He asked, concern washing over his perfect features and worry lines marring his complexion.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine, I-I just can't seem to sleep." She said frowning a bit in the darkness. Zayn reached across the bed and switched on the light, illuminating the whole room.

"You can go back to sleep, I'm fine, really." Becca insisted.

"No Becca, I'm not going to sleep until I know you're off in dreamland with me."

"Zayn," she protested slowly.

"No, here do you want me to do anything? Can I help you sleep?"

"Not really, sorry, it's been like this for a while . . ."

"Becca, why didn't I know?"

"I don't know, I just didn't want to concern you," She said focusing her gaze on the baby pink sheet.

"Becca," he said, using his thumb and pointer finger to pull her gaze to him, "you are my concern." She gave him a half hearted smile.

"I'll try sleeping again," she switched off the light and settled into the bed, but Zayn remained sitting up. "Zayn? Are you going to sleep?" she asked with an edge of impatience.

"No, because I know you just said that to make my concern go away and it hasn't, so sit up, turn the light on, and we'll work through this together." he said insistently.

"Zayn . . ." she whined as she slowly sat up and switched the bedside light on.

"Here, lay your head here," he said softly, patting his lap. Becca made and inaudible noise of protest but laid her head down and looked up at him. He reached over to turn the light out and she saw the silhouette of his long eyelashes against the moonlight streaming in the deck door.

"They don't know about the things we do," Zayn started out softly, gently stroking baby hairs away from her face.

"Zayn," Becca sighed dramatically flopping her arm over her eyes, "Can you not sing a One Direction song?"

"Fine, fine, okay," he said smiling and pausing to think of a song. "Got it." Becca blew her bangs off her face and blinked up at Zayn.

"Rock a bye baby," he started, smiling down at her and slid his thumb across her forehead, flashing a toothy grin.

"Oh my god, Zayn, seriously?" She craned her neck up to look at him with faux-admiration.

"In the tree tops," he continued, he gently sushed her and played with her hair.

"Ugh Zayn, whatever" she closed her eyes at his request.

"When the wind blows, the cradle will rock," he whispered to her as a cool breeze swept through the bedroom. "When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,"

"Are you gona sing the last verse?" Becca asked sleepily with her eyes still closed.

"And down will come baby, cradle and all."

"Zayn, that's so morbid . . ."

"You didn't let me finish, down will come baby, cradle and all . . . into my waiting arms. I'll always catch you Becca," he whispered, gently kissing her forehead and lifting her body under the covers and tucking her in with a final kiss.