This, is Touri Cowell.

The Real Her

Zayn's POV

I held her in my arms and rocked her back and forth in my arms. Touri was sleeping away peacefully just moments ago. She was beautiful when she slept, she always kept a small smirk on her face and the worry lines on her face would release. She fell asleep on me while we were watching The Notebook, she must do this a lot. Because when the tears started falling Harry and Louis both called out,

“Not it!”

They obviously were taking advantage of the fact that I had no idea what was going on. I've been rocking her here for about 30 minutes now. I didn't mind, the small whimpers reminded me of the girl she was when I first met her. She was shy, and she seemed sensitive. I remember her telling me on the way to the auditions that she hated smoking and that drinking was disgusting. I remember her feeling uncomfortable with a guy staring at her, and now she was bringing random guys home? Now she reeked of cigarettes and she always had the faint smell of tequila in her breath. Why had she been so different. She was still gorgeous, the same straight brown hair, the same blue eyes that would always shine with green specks. I rubbed small circles on the anchor tattoo on her shoulder. What did that even say in French? The anchor looked rusted and it was wrapped in an algae covered rope and an octopus. She never explained this tattoo to us, it was just... a tattoo of hers. Just like her leopard print, like, what the hell? On her back? You couldn't have put it some where else? I needed to try to get her to stop drinking. Suddenly I felt Touri's legs twitch, again, she whimpered again and more tears streamed down her face. I ran my hands though her hair, trying to console her in her dreams. Harry, Louis, and Niall had left 5 minutes ago, leaving me alone with a whimpering dog and a whimpering Touri. I picked her up and moved her to her bed, Baby was close at my heels as I set her gently onto the bed covered in black sheets. I tucked her into a blanket and kissed her cheek. I watched as her lips curled up slightly. I wiped off the tears she had streaming down her face and set and alarm for her to wake up for the photo shoot I named it “Wake up beautiful (: and when you do text me.

-Zayn” With a proud smile I set it on her bed side table and left the room, checking if her chest was still rising and falling properly before I turned her light off and left the room.