Walking Disaster (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 37

~Angel's POV~

“Angel, it's me.” Liam yells to be heard over my screams. I was so worried about getting untangled I didn't even see him or Zayn hovering near me with concern masked in their face. Oh god, they're concerned because they have just witnessed me freaking out in my sleep.

“Bloody hell, Angel, you have quite the pipes in you.” Zayn uncovered his ears.

I wanted to tell them I was sorry, but I was still trying to catch my breath. I was drained. I felt like that dream and tonight took everything out of me.

“You dreamt about him, didn't you?” Zayn asked, but by the look on his face, he already knows the answer.

I just nodded, not trusting my voice just yet.

“You're safe, Angel. He can't hurt you anymore.” Liam assured me as he patted my shoulders.

“Let's go get some water or some tea, yeah?” Zayn asked, climbing his body out of the bed.

“It helps getting away from the place where you had the dream at.” Liam smiled as me and him climbed out.

The walk to the kitchen was quiet, and still was after Zayn handed me a glass of water. I was so parched. It seemed like the dream was real, my legs hurt and my lungs felt like they haven't had proper breath in ages.

“Ah, Paul had to go get the boys, he said they should be coming through the door any time.” Liam read from his phone and as if on cue, the door swung open with laughter of drunken lads filling the bus.

Niall came in first and blocked the entrance. He had his hands and feet spread out so no one could get through them.

“Niall, you twat. Let us in.” Lou jeers.

“What's the password?” Niall sticks his neck out so his ear is facing them.

“For god sakes, Niall.” Louis nudged Niall but he wasn't as drunk as he seemed. He stumbled but didn't lose balance.

“Wrong.” Niall yelled and made a buzzing noise at the end of it.

“Move out of the fucking way, you arse.” This voice wasn't Louis', it was Harry's. He was very drunk and his words slurred. He was agitated, I could tell that very much. Just his voice brought back memories of our first fight earlier and him sucking a girl's face at the bar. I did not want to be here when he came in so I set the water down and started to sneak off.

“It was: Niall is da craic daddy wey hey.” I looked back before I went around the corner to see Niall pouting as Louis and Harry pushed their way inside.

It started to get loud in the kitchen with all five of them home and three of them drunk. I sighed and climbed into bed, I was facing the wall so when Harry comes to bed, which I hoped wouldn't be for a while, he couldn't see me.