I playfully stroke her hair so her tattoo is showing, and there it was, beautifully written dreamer. Just looking at it brought me back a little chunk of the big blur that was last night.

I remember being in the back of her car, Louis taking control of the wheel as she kept on partying in her own world. On my blurry sense I put her seatbelt on apparently snapping her out of her world, and she gives this confused look. The only thing I can focus on, her brown eyes. I could drown, the nice hazelnut color just staring through like she could she my soul. She has such honest eyes, they tell the truth even if her mouth tells a lie.

She looks away but I keep my eyes on her, studying every detail; her small, round nose, her long eyelashes, her big smile, the way her hair falls on her shoulders, everything. Suddenly Niall claps his hands in front of Viv's face

"HEY!" Niall shouts, she shrugs and looks startled at Niall

"What?" she replies. "Whoa you sure are a day dreamer, aren't you?" "Well it's about 4am so maybe a dawn dreamer would be more appropriate" I chuckle at her remark and Harry starts laughing LOUD.

"Dude..." she said drunkenly "it wasn't that funny" Harry didn't seem to hear or maybe he didn't care, he just choked out the word 'dreamer' between laughs.

"Well I might as well have it tattooed, since is so accurate" she stated, we all started laughing

That's what I remember so far. I'm starting to doze off, with the memories and the sweet scent coming from her neck, it's all very soothing.

"I have to clean everything before my parents arrive" she complained as she started to move her hands off my shoulders. I trapped them before they leave my shoulders.

"Please… no" I whined pulling out my most convincing puppy face

"Sorry Zayn but I really need to shower and clean everything up… in less than 1 hour!" She scurries out "

Sorry Zayn" she said picking up come tea Liam had just brewed and walking away.

"I'll go take a shower"

"Hey Zayn why don't you join her" Harry interrupts her with a cheeky smile on his face; she turns around cheeks flushed with red coloring.

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little mind Hazza, one day he will" she said as she walked upstairs.

I just stay there, frozen. "Did she just say that?" Niall asks equally shocked.

"Yes, yes she did" Liam answered not really believing it himself.

And there I stood with an idiotic smirk on my face, and a promise I wouldn't let her forget.

VIV'S POV

I climbed up those stairs faster than ever, I really couldn't bring myself to admit I had just said that. WHAT WAS I THINKING? He would definitely tease me about this FOREVER. Not only him, but the boys also! I guess I should start thinking before speaking, oh well what's done it's done.

I quickly go to Annie's side and gently wake her up.

"Good morning sunshine" I say melodically, and all I get from her is a soft growl.

"Ok Annie, wake up sweetie, go downstairs eat something and clean yourself up, my parents are coming in an hour, and this place needs to be spotless." I say now a little bit more bossy.

She wakes up at the mention of my parents. "Hmm…. Ok I'll go down" she sleepily says as she walks zombie-like down stairs. As soon as she's out of the floor I start to pick up the blankets and sheets and carefully fold them. When I'm done with this room I head to the next one to pick my 'stay the night bag'. I pick it up and go and take my shower. I get out feeling fresh and ready to face my parents.

I gather my hair in a very messy bun, being especially careful to cover my new tattoo. When I go down stairs instead of finding the house upside down, I find everyone peacefully seated in the living room and the rest of the house impeccable.

"What happened?" I ask shocked, whilst I take a seat next to Annie, who has also shower and changed. "How long was in there?"

"About 15 minutes maybe a little more" Louis answers me "Oh and also about the other question; well you see, Zayn forced us to clean everything until he approved of the aspect of the house" he finishes with a little smirk on his face.

"And how in the world did you, a bunch of lazy asses, clean this in 15 minutes?" I ask still shocked and the view of this place, almost as good as new.

"Well let's say we had motivation" Liam said and everyone except for Annie started to nervously laugh.

"Ok, I think you should leave it at that" Annie declared.

"I guess I will since I don't seem to get any solid answer" I replied.

We laugh and chat a little before getting our alibi straight.
"So...basically we were here all night, watching movies, now which movies " Harry stated
"hmm... What about rock n rolla? I love that movie" I say eagerly
"Ohh but also a romantic movie, like PS I love you" Annie replies contently
"Yeah we could say we were having a Gerard Butler matinee" Niall says with a string Irish accent and big smile across his face.

We all laugh at this remark. I'm much relaxed now that house is clean and that we all have the story cleared.

"Hazza" I call him "yes baby doll?" he sweetly replies
"I'm hungry" I say shyly, he grins "I'll see what I can make you"
"Yay thanks Hazza" I say a I launch myself at him and give him a big hug. We stay like this so he drags me to the kitchen, where he leaves me in a stool as he heads to the refrigerator.

"Would you like a smoothie and some toast, or some eggs, waffles, even pop tarts if you want" he suggests his face still facing the refrigerator.
"I'll take the smoothie with toast" I say after thinking for a while.
"Ok then toast and smoothie it is". He takes the ingredients out and starts to wash some strawberries and berries, then he starts to chop them.

"Haven't you notice something missing?" he asks truly intrigued
I think for a while " well apart from some of my dignity" I say while a think some more...then it hits me, I haven't seen Josh all morning.

"Josh!" I finally say, Harry keeps chopping; his back still turned at me.
"yeah, do you know where he is?" he asks like he already knows the answer.

" No" I respond afraid to know the answer, Harry puts the fruit in the blender and turns it on as he comes closer; just across from me "Zayn got into a fight with him, so Josh left for a hotel last night" he says and turns around to turn the blender off.

I'm really confused, all my thoughts are tangled with the new information I got. Zayn into a fight with Josh? But why? Did I have to do something with it? "Hazza" I call almost whispering, unable to raise my head "Did I cause this?" I ask feeling tears forming in my eyes, the last thing I wanted to do was to tear one direction apart, Josh was as important as anyone else in the group. Harry puts the toast down and walks towards me. Once he's on my side he gently squeezes my shoulders "Baby doll" he said "Look at me" he kindly, he took my chin in his hand and forced me to look up, my teary eyes met his big green ones.

"I think I know how you feel; you feel guilty for this happening, but believe when I say that it really isn't your fault, beautiful" I can't keep looking at him so I shut my eyes. "Baby doll, it's not your fault Zayn and Josh, both fancy you and it's DEFINITELY not your fault that Zayn reacted the way he did; now please open your eyes" I do as I'm told. And once again I'm face with his green eyes looking right into my soul, or so it feels. My mouth remains shut but apparently eyes can speak because without a single word Harry continues "Viv, look we all love you and this fight Josh and Zayn had, only they can fix it, and yeah it will affects us like a collateral damage but this is no way your fault" as he finishes saying this the toast pops out, he hugs me tightly and then gets up to get my late breakfast.

"Thanks Hazza" I say almost inaudible with a throaty voice "But I still think I should talk to Zayn at least" he nods whilst he sits down and squeezes my shoulders.

"Ok baby doll" he says kissing my forehead. He stays with me while I eat my very delicious meal; Harry really has a gift for cooking. Once I finish I get up and walk out of the kitchen to look for Zayn. My head is less of a mess and I feel like I need to confront him about Josh. I see him in the living room, for what it seems a dance off, I get weak on the knees and almost fall, luckily for me Harry was behind me and caught me before I hit the floor.

"Zayn" I call out. Everyone turns to face me "I need to talk to you" and sudden seriousness floods his face and he determinately walks towards me. Harry leaves my side and whispers "Good luck baby"

"What's wrong?" it's the phrase Zayn chooses to open this conversation. I say nothing and walk out of the living room, he follows close behind me.

"Zayn, what happened last night?" I question him "And I don't mean about us, I mean about"

DING DONG!

Shit my parents are here I guess this conversation will have to wait.