The Next Day

"So you two did it?!" Zara squealed loudly to me as we were sat in the dining room alone, everyone else had already gone to carry on with their projects but we had chose to relax for a little longer.

Azul had given my new religious scriptures the all clear and I had been assigned a slightly easier project- write ten children's books. Seeing as most children's books only had like one line of writing on each page, it wasn't taking me very long.

"Yeah and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," I replied back to Zara while playing with the cereal in my bowl, as much as I had enjoyed the experience with Niall I couldn't help think at the back of my mind what it would me for me in the future. I would hold a child inside of me, someone that would say hello after nine months and I would have to take responsibility for it.

Zara leaned in to me, indicating that she wanted to whisper despite the fact that there was no one else in the room. I felt her hot breath against my ear and she said very quietly, "Do you fancy him or what?"

I burst out laughing and Zara joined in too, she sounded like a little kid asking if I 'fancied' him.

"No! Not really. I mean he is very handsome.." Zara cut me off.

"Extremely handsome!" I rolled my eyes at her before continuing, everyone knew she had a bit of a thing for Niall- she liked blondes.

"As I was saying, he is extremely attractive but I just don't see him like that. I dunno know, he's not really my type," I was speaking the truth, Niall just never came across to me as someone who I would want to date. Someone that I would ever see romantically.

Zara sighed deeply and took a bite out of her almost burnt toast, she got on with her partner but I knew that her heart was set on Niall. She must have seen me as ungrateful for not wanting what she saw as 'perfection'.

"Well who do you like then?" She asked, she really was incredulously nosey but I still laughed along; she was my only real friend at the the 'base'. I had spoken to some of the other girls about mundane things and vaguely said a few 'hellos' to the boys. But Zara was the only person I had properly spoken to.

"Well Gary is very attractive..."I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush into a flamingo pink. Gary was gorgeous in my opinion, his thick Welsh accent shone through whenever he spoke and he had chocolate coloured eyes that made me want to melt every time I saw them.

"Gary!" Zara exclaimed loudly and I begged her to hush in case anyone came, "Gary! As in the Gary here?!"

I couldn't see what was so surprising, everyone had to say that Gary was attractive even if they didn't fancy him.

"I just don't see the need to get attached to your partner when after nine months you have to switch. I'm just keeping my options open!" I said in my defense and Zara began to rant.

As Zara began blabbering on about how Niall was far superior to Gary, I let my attention be drawn to door of the dining room where I saw the silhouette of a person. When they noticed that I was looking, they ran away quickly- they had heard what they needed to hear.

"Someone was listening," I muttered and Zara finally stopped talking when she saw my narrowed eyes at the door.

"What do you mean?" She asked slowly, I could hear her breathing becoming a bit faster. I felt a churning in my stomach as I thought of someone listening into our conversation, hearing some very private things.

"I saw someone standing in the doorway," I whispered, I kept staring at the door as if willing that person to come back. I was snapped out of my trance when Zara stood up slowly, I noticed that her palette had paled slightly.

"I think we should go to our projects, this place is giving me the creeps," I followed Zara out the door, looking in every direction to see the eavesdropper. The corridors were empty.

When I sat down in my office I noticed that goosebumps had formed on my arms and legs, that the hairs on the back of my neck had risen. There was something ominous about the person in the doorway, just stood there listening in; I wondered why I hadn't noticed them sooner. I wondered how much they had heard.

I began to type away at my computer, writing some stupid story about a duck and flowerpot because that's what children like- right? Every few seconds I would look around me to see if someone was there, I became overly paranoid.

"I was probably just a trick of the light," I whispered halfheartedly to myself, knowing that I was lying to myself.

I had seen them with my own eyes.

And they had seen me.

Ooohhh who was watching? Will we find out- probably not. But does this mean that someone is watching Dara? Maybe...

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