It was at midnight. Zayn woke up again after having a really bad dream.
It was of a couple who was found dead by the side of the coffee shop. The street looked familiar, and so did the blurred faces of the couple. It was a man in a plain cream trench coat and a woman who was in shorts as well as a trench coat over her shoulders. It seemed to be somewhere near to the winter seasons.
The poor man shakes his head to get rid of the imagery. He was too stunned to move a muscle more. Gathering some energy, he walks barefoot towards the kitchen downstairs to get some water. He was also perspiring without reason.
Suddenly, a headache spikes up as he groans in pain. He sits down on the floor, the cold bottle of water in his hand.
"Ah. Fuck." He moans in pain. The lights to the kitchen switches
