Dress Me ||z.m.

The Giardini Pubblici

"Who wants to wake Zayn?" Liam asked us all, though he narrowed his eyes at Louis, prior to turning around in his seat to look at the bunks. While the rest of us usually stayed awake whenever we traveled a short distance during the day, Zayn almost always slept. Louis jumped up from the table, knocking knees with everyone in reach on his way to Zayn's curtain covered bed.

"Zayn!" Louis' voice rang throughout the bus, causing our driver to groan and shoot a glare at the back of the small boy's head. I giggled from behind my hand, watching Zayn squint up at his friend, as fuddled as I've ever seen him. Louis gave a fake smile, ruffling Zayn's already mussed hair before bounding back to his seat next to Niall.

The drive from Verona to Milan took a couple of hours, and we spent the time chatting over our water bottles, since it was too dangerous to make tea or coffee while the bus was constantly moving. We'd only been in Italy for a day and I wanted badly to go on an adventure around the city. Which is why Liam and I made a plan to go sightseeing once we were situated in our hotels, since they had a show hours later and would spend a lot of time rehearsing and napping.

My eyes flickered up to Zayn's ambling figure, smiling to myself as he stretched with a yawn and plopped down in the seat across from me. He gave everyone a lazy smile, accenting my wordless greeting with a foot nudge. I smiled wider than someone running on a few hours of sleep would, but I couldn't have stopped it from happening even if I wanted to.

"Honestly, Zayn, I don't see the point in sleeping for an hour and some." Niall spoke over the rim of his evian bottle, shaking his head as he went to take a drink.

"Especially when you have to wake up to that," Liam chimed in, throwing a hand across the table in Louis direction. "Every time." Louis smirked, pretending to be fascinated by a passing car outside.

Zayn shrugged, wiping the sleep from his eyes with the same languid grin, before extending his hand out for Harry's water. Harry looked to his tanned hand then at his bottle until he made the connection and capped it so he could roll it on the table to him. I didn't know how close he and Zayn were, but I guess they were close enough to share water bottles.

"We're just about there." The driver spoke up, making us all turn our attention to the back of his seat and nod. I couldn't wait to see all of the things this place had to offer, since I didn't get to explore much of Verona. We turned to face the right way in unison, a few of us giving a small sigh.

"I bet Milan's gonna be sick." Niall mused, adjusting his hat on his head by simply lifting it by the brim so that it sat more on his hair. We all nodded in agreement just as we pulled off from a red light and I dared a glance to Harry to find him focused on the blurring buildings, bottom lip tucked away in his mouth.

Though he was still quieter than normal, he had perked up since the Belgian feast. After he told me he was okay, I sort of thought things were going to go back to normal just as quick as they got odd, but he still seemed lost in his head. I didn't press him about it, seeing as he didn't look like he wanted to talk about it, and it wasn't anything major since he still spoke and smiled.

Honestly, talking to him and Zayn had me a little uneasy, ever since they repeated what I heard in my dream. It was just a dream but it wasn't really what happened, it was who it happened with. It was times like these when I wished I had a girl best friend to talk to.

The bus came to a stop, and with the aid of a look out the window, I saw we were in the hotel parking lot. The lot of us stood, patiently filing out behind each other, probably ready to get into a bed. Our bags were nearly done being unloaded, though it was only about one suitcase a piece, each of us having a duffel of some sort with us on our shoulders that we had inside the bus.