In Life-A One Direction Fanfiction

Her Real life/His Dream

Hi my readers!,

This is my first One Direction Fanfiction so I REALLY hope you like it. It is about Harry and of course a girl he falls in absolute LOVE with. I won't be talking to much about their concerts and music, but it is their characters, looks, and amazment. So hear you go mis hermosas bellezas.

Oh and I know I'm using my latin american background for this writing so it is my hermanas (sisters) in it and me. The twins will speak spanish but my character will make them say it in english so don't worry! 

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Magarita's POV

      I felt my bed grow warmer and a small body curl next to me. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see who its was. Little Rosa looked at me with tears pouring out of her eyes. "Whats wrong bebé", I asked her pulling her tiny body closer to me and strocked her hair. They way a madre would have, ours sure would'nt have. "Tuve una pesadilla y me asustó, y mami no me deja dormir con ella." As the words poured out of her mouth, anger boiled in my viens. "No sista. Say it in english." I knew she was upset but it helps her in school and in America.

      "I had a nightmare and I scared, and mami won't let me sleep with her." Her tears were starting to slow as she spead again through her sorrows, but my mine threatend to pour. Of course she didn't! Of course I (only being 15) had to play the goddamned madre roll. Everthing that woman, who called us her children, did would abandon all of us when she needed her most. "Its okay Rosa, don't cry. I am hear you will be okay now". Next thing you know LeRissa crawled silently into bed with us. She was upset since Rosa left her room and wanted to sleep hear with us. And what was I supposed to say. So while the to girls layed down I sang them and old lullaby and sleep overtook them. I however was so pissed I knew sleep was not an option for me.

Harry Styles's POV

       I heard voices talking above me. I knew who's they were even without having to open my eyes. I couldn't though I had to find out what that strange girl in my dreams would do! "Hazza," Louis groaned. "Wake up!" "Wait!," I hear Liam say. Then asking the other boys. "Why is he crying boys. Maybe we should let him sleep." I had realized just then that there were dried tears on my face and some still coming out of my eyes. Frantically I jerked my eyes open and body up. All boys jumped back yelping in surprise. I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I, as fast as I could, jumped out of my clothes and turned on the shower to almost full heat. The boys were banging on the door but I told them to leave me alone for a while. I felt terribale after saying what I had, but I just couldn't help it.

       Thinking about the girls in my dreams. The older one was a latin american beauty. She has perfectly tan skin and freckles dotting her cheecks almost perfectly. Her eyes her eyes were an amazing green. They were vibrant, alive, full of burning passion, and rising hate. Her hair was a sandy blond that feel down as perfectly as taylor swifts and she had just woken up. Her little siters were as lovley as her, but they were at least seven years old. Also their eyes were a deep blue not green. Other wise though they were all almost identical.

         To me it had seemed that one of the twins, Rosa I think, had a nightmare and their mum wouldn't even let her cuddle! What kind of Mum doesn't do that. I guess that explains the deep pain and hate in the older girls eyes. Then as she was comforting her the way my Mum would if I was hurt or scared; Another girl came in the bed. The younger ones were obviously indentical twins and were also vunerable and sweet. Nothing like Louis sisters. Don't get me wrong I love thoose girls, but comparing the two families waves of pain shot through me for the Latin American sisters. I wanted to reach out and join the heartbroken beauties, sadly however it seemed as if I was just watching them cry, hurt, and for the older one expierance a feeling I have never felt nor ever want to. Passonite hate.

         As I pulled myslef out of the shower I realized that it was just a dream. I need to focus on my music, friends, and fans. They are real, this tradgic family is not. I walked out into my room and was sort of releived to find it vacant. As I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, vans t-shirt, and a beanie. I walked out of the lonley room. As I walked into the kitchen I was ready to feel the blow from the boys. Mostly from Louis though since he was my best friend and I did sort of ditch him. However I was most afriad of Laim. I loved him to death but him being "Daddy Direcection" and all I was sure to get a lecture. So I sucked in my breath and walked into the living room at the same time wondering; Why are all the boys at me and Louis flat anyways? As I was lost in my thoughts however I didn't know that thoose green eyes would huant me for the rest of the day.