I refused to talk to Zayn for the rest of the night, which wasn't much. The boys ordered pizza, then they wanted to watch an American horror movie, so they looked some up online, and finally decided to watch 'Freddy Vs. Jason'. Which is where we are right now:

"Lou," Zayn warned. "Do you remember Cassie's reaction the last time we watched a horror movie? And she didn't even see the whole movie!" He exclaimed.

Louis just shrugged. "She doesn't have to watch it if she doesn't want to."

Zayn turned to me. "Do you want to watch a creepy horror movie partly about some dude that kills kids in their sleep?"

I scowled, pursed my lips, crossed my arms, and pointedly turned away from him, finding myself face-to-face with Niall. After Louis had talked to him about whatever earlier, they both had come away happy and acting as if nothing had even happened. Niall seemed ecstatic; Lou looked a bit reluctant, but happy nonetheless.

"I'll watch it, Louis." I said, making sure to add stress to Louis' name so Zayn didn't think I was talking to him.

I turned around slightly to see that Zayn had frowned while Louis grinned widely at me. Harry began setting up the TeleVision with the (movie, I'm assuming) that Liam had given him a moment before.

"Alright; it's ready!" Harry called over his shoulder, giving Lou a toothy grin and a thumbs-up.

No sooner than I could think, Niall had grabbed my arm and was leading me over to the little couch. Pulling me down beside him, arm wrapped around my waist, he grinned at me. I grinned back. We were interrupted by the other boys. With a rather loud shout, Zayn sat down next to Niall, Harry plopped down next to me, and Louis threw himself down on Harry's lap.

By the end of the movie, I was completely petrified.

My eyes were wide and still glued to the now blank TeleVision screen. I could barely feel Niall shaking my shoulders and unconsciously blocked out the sound of the other boys calling my name over and over.

Out of nowhere, there was an icy, wet sensation on my head and quickly dripping lower. I jumped about five feet, and finally my senses were open. Louis was standing in front of me, wearing a sheepish smile and holding an empty cup.

"Sorry, Cassie, but you weren't listening and it was really starting to scare us." I frowned at him, and he sighed warily. "How about you go change and then we'll all go to bed, yeah?"

Harry, Zayn, and Liam nodded in agreement, standing and heading toward the bunks, Lou following shortly after asking me if I was alright.

Niall stayed. "Cassie, are you sure you're alright? You don't look alright to me..."

I guess my eyes were still wide.

I nodded, looking up at him. When I saw his expression, I stopped nodding and shrugged, before shaking my head slowly. Immediately, he gathered me in his arms and pulled me tightly against his chest. I was frozen for a moment, almost as if I were petrified once again, before slowly hugging him back. Unable to help myself, I buried my head in his chest, closing my eyes tightly. After about what seemed like only a minute, he pulled away.

"Go get changed so you can go to bed, yeah?" He murmured softly.

I nodded slowly, still slightly disoriented.

He gave me another hug, before going into the bunks like the other boys had after the movie had ended.

I was exhausted, but still in a considerably good mood. Slowly, I walked over to the room with the bunks, not wanting to leave Cassie, but knowing I had to.

As soon as I entered the room, the lights, once off, were on again in a blinding flash, and four boys with suspicious expressions were practically pouncing on me.

"Well, you were in there a while. What were you two doing? Snogging on the couch?" Zayn wriggled his eyebrows at me. This was the first full sentence I had heard since I'd entered the room. I glared at him.

"No."

Liam's eyebrows raised. "What were you doing? You were both in there for half an hour."

Half an hour?! It had felt like only a moment to me...

I glared at Liam. "We weren't doing anything."

He held his hands up in defense, smirking along with the other boys.

I rolled my eyes, slammed my fist down on the light switch, and threw myself onto my bunk, sighing heavily.

Shivering, I pulled off my larger-than-life t-shirt, and pulled on one that actually fit. Thankfully, the water had only hit my shirt, so I didn't have to change into a different pair of shorts.

Not wanting to return to the bunks so soon, I sat on the floor of the restroom, still shivering.

Don't think about Jason, don't think about Jason.

Despite what the boys probably think, Freddy Krueger didn't scare me at all, because I don't dream. I had taught myself not to at a young age, since the only dreams I'd ever had were nightmares. Plus, who would be scared of a guy in a sweater and hat? He was funny, and at least you'd know if he were coming for you. But Jason has more of a mysterious air. He doesn't talk, isn't funny, and you'll never know when he's coming for you. You could blink, and bam! Jason was standing over you on your bed with an axe.

Closing my eyes, I shoved all thoughts of Jason to the back of my brain. Standing shakily, I pushed open the restroom door, and walked slowly into the bunk room. The lights were off, and everyone appeared to be asleep, besides Liam, who was laying on his bed with his laptop open, video-chatting with someone. Probably Danielle. He smiled and waved at me when I came in; I smiled back and climbed straight into my bunk. A few minutes later, I heard Liam say good-bye to (probably Danielle) and settle in for bed.

Three hours later, I was still awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, eyes wide and unblinking.

Taking a deep breath, I made my decision. I climbed out of my bunk slowly and quietly went over to Niall's.

"Niall?"

I heard a low mumble and Niall shifted in his sleep. I tried not to laugh when he sat up. "Cassie?"

Suddenly I was nervous. "Uh; erm; I..." I took a deep breath. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

He blinked tiredly at me. I was just about to say 'never mind', and go back to my bunk when I felt his hands around my wrists. I let him pull me toward him, mainly because I was in too much shock to protest or argue. He pulled me back against his chest, keeping his arms tight around me. The position seems to me like it should be uncomfortable, but it isn't. Quite the opposite, actually.

I stayed awake a few more moments then, to see if I was still too scared to sleep. I didn't feel any fear, but there was a warm feeling buried deep inside me that I couldn't find a name for, which did scare me.

Much like the first night I had spent with the boys, I unconsciously cuddled closer to Niall, falling asleep almost immediately.

I woke the next morning to an oddly positioned Niall. His face was buried in my neck and he was lying horizontally on the bunk, with his legs hanging off the edge. I surpressed a giggle, not wanting to startle him. One wrong move, and he'd fall off the bunk. Apparently I didn't suppress it very well.

Niall raised his head to look at me. "What're you laughing at?"

"Nothing." I said innocently. "By the way, in case you hadn't noticed, you're about to fall off the bunk."

He didn't look surprised, just amused.

Smiling sleepily at me, he pulled himself back onto the bed and into a normal, vertical position, with his arm around my waist. I felt my eyelids begin to grow heavy, but before I could fall asleep, I heard faint shouts that began to grow louder. The boys were arguing about food or something.

Groaning, Niall sat up, pulling me up with him.

They all shut up when they entered the bunk room, staring at us. Honestly, I think that annoying smirk is glued to Zayn's face.