Y’all this wasn’t proofread and it’s shorter than the last update, but…. you’ve all waited long enough :) Massive thank you to everyone for being so patient and I always love hearing your thoughts xx
Your eyes were gross and dry when you opened them, instantly
begging to be shut against the world, closed where they wouldn’t have to try
and see anything that was this bright. And you were cold, you realized, head
instantly turning around and a frown settling on your face as you took in the
empty tent. Renny’s sleeping bag was
still discarded in the corner untouched from when Harry had tossed it and no one
was beside you. Had you been imagining
it, then? His warmth, the sturdiness of
his body when he’d held you from your nightmare? The horrifying dream had been a similar one and
it stopped when you’d seen the glint of the knife, again. Even when you’d thought you’d been awake last night, the Harry parts of your memory
still seemed like a dream. That is, until
you heard a deep voice say “fuck off”
just beyond the tent.
Perhaps you hadn’t been dreaming then?
You instantly smoothed your hair, desperately trying to
untangle any knots and fizziness that had occurred in your tossing and turning,
and you slapped your cheeks a bit because Renny’d said something before about how
that stimulated blood flow. Though this
was coming from a girl who believed you put Vaseline on eyelashes, so- your
You groaned a bit when you stretched your stiff limbs and with
a grimace made the effort to dig through your bag wedged in the corner to throw
on a fresh t-shirt. A little excitement
bubbled in you and quickened your actions as you tugged on the fresh white
blouse. Your old shorts were going to
have to do, because you weren’t going to risk Harry walking in on you. You took a step to leave, and stopped. You listened for a few solid seconds and
there wasn’t much movement towards your tent and low accents seemed far enough
away…Guess you could change if you were super
fast in stripping. You quickly shimmied
out of your shorts and were left in just your knickers when you reached for the
jeans in the very back corner. You
huffed as you leaned even farther, the stupid backpack was lodged under the
sleeping bag and your head was hitting the side of the tent. You were too lazy to stay in the hunched-back
position, palms hitting the floor as if you were stretching, and you cringed
when you felt the burn in the back of your thighs. You really should’ve gone to yoga with Renny. But if you just inched your hands a little more-
And that was when you heard the unzip of the tent.
You jumped, head hitting one of the metal rods in the
process, and you pulled the flowy blouse down as far as it could go as you
whipped around to see a very shocked-
“Zayn!” you squeaked.
He blinked hard, twice, still immobile at the entrance, eyes instantly
looking anywhere but you. But his feet
were still glued to the floor.
“Shit- sorry,” he spluttered, and he finally turned with a
blush, completely flustered. He even
faltered for a moment after turning around before actually leaping away from
the entrance with a quick shake of his head.
You struck a hand to your face and it dragged down as you cursed
yourself for ever believing life would favor you for one freaking second. You jumped
again when a hand pushed its way through the entrance.
“ZAYN! IT’S OCCUPIED!”
you screeched, completely incredulous.
“No, I know, don’ worry, jus’ tryin’- tryin’ t’get it-” he zipped
the tent shut- “there, good.”
But it was anything but good. Your ass had been on full display along with
your granny knickers as you were bent over, head to your knees, and he’d seen
it all. More footsteps and cracking
“She in there?” It sounded like
The gruff sound made your heart drop
to your stomach, but it was fighting to come back up as you realized he was
talking about you. You’d just shimmied into your shorts when the
zipper was starting to be tugged at again.
“Doesn’t anybody frickin’, I
don’t know, ask to walk in anymore? I
could’ve been completely naked.”
“S’that bad?” His head poked
through and the little twinkle in his eye almost made you wish that he had seen you without your shorts. Almost. You sank to your knees and his eyes
followed. You ignored the slight smirk
that told you he enjoyed the action a little too much.