Stuck in a dream ~ l.s

Chapter 1

Third pov:
(Imagine long hair harry)

Piep Piep Piep. Harry woke up with a sigh, because of his alarm clock. He turned around to face the damn clock: 06:30. He had dreamed really weird, he has always dreamed weird he knew that, because he could always remember every little detail from every little corner. But this time it was different.

He looked at his clock again, 06:37. Wow Harry, daydreaming already, you just woke up. You can't be late again, you'll get fired and you know that, so get your ass out of bed, he thought with a sad smile and another heavy sigh. He stumbled out of bed and walked to his bathroom.

His apartment was small, but what could you expect for such a low rent. He lived alone and he was happy with that, just to do you own thing, was something he wanted since high school. He was in college now and it went fine, but today he had no school and had to go to work. He worked in a café and had to open the shop today so he needed to be there on time.

He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth and put on his work clothes, which included black trousers and a black shirt to match with the other staff members. His hair was way too long and his manager said he had to cut it, something about not looking acceptable with his long hair and his arms covered in tattoos. But he didn't have much time lately and he didn't really care either to be honest, so he put it in a quick bun and walked over to his tiny kitchen.

He quickly ate a bowl of cereal, collected his stuff, locked the apartment and went to work.

It was a busy morning. Early in the morning he had to make a lot of coffees and stuff for people in a hurry. Later that morning he had to do some paper work and he didn't have much time to think about the weird dream he had last night.

Finally, he was allowed to have a lunchbreak. He opened his phone for the first time that day and noticed he didn't receive many messages, but from the few he got, one made him smile a little:

From Niall: Hi Harry, havent talked to you in a while, wanna hang out tonight?

Niall was right, they hadn't talked in a long time. They were both very busy with school and work lately, but Niall would always be his best friend, so of course he would hang out with him, luckily he had not much to do this evening and it was Friday anyways.

From Harry: Hii Nialler, yes of course I wanna hang out, at my place? See you around seven

From Niall: Nice, see you tonight!!!

Niall was always way too enthusiastic and happy for his own good, but Harry couldn't lie it was pretty contagious and it made him smile every time they met again. Besides that, Niall always has some good advice, maybe he could help Harry with his weird dream.

His day went by quicker, now he had something to look forward to. He wouldn't say he hated his job, his co-workers were nice, he was a hard worker so the manager trusted him with opening shifts and other jobs, you could say he almost ran the café. It was just not something he had in mind after leaving high school. The only way to handle the constant pressure, was the idea he would be able to do the job he wanted to do since his childhood after he would be done with college. And he had to pay his bills in some way, so the café it was then.

It was 4 pm and he could finally leave. He was tired, but the idea of hanging out with is best friend gave him some more energy.

He quickly went home to take a shower. He put on black jeans with his favourite blue jumper. He decided to make a salad, because he knew Niall would want to order pizza so it wasn't smart to eat too much before hand.

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At 7:10 Niall knocked on the door. When the door opened Niall hugged Harry in a big tight hug.

"We are never gonna do this again, okay. Not talking for so long," he said a bit shy. "I'm not sure if I can handle that."

"No you're right me neither, but I didn't know I was that important to you," Harry said surprised.

"Nope, no, we're not doing this. Harry you're my best friend, of course you mean a lot to me. Now get that smugged smile of your face and order me a pizza," he said with sassy tone while pointing his finger to the smile that formed on Harrys face.

And Harry was right before. They ordered three pizzas and sat down to watch some television and catch up.

They talked a bit about school and work and their hectic lives. When Harry suddenly remembered that he would ask Niall about his dream.

"Niall your great at giving advice, most of the time at least," Harry said while grabbing another slice, "I wanna tell you something, because I'm a bit confused."

"Okayy.... Do I need to worry?"

"I don't think so??"

"Well okay, bring it on then I guess."

"Uhmm, I dreamed weird last night. But this time it was different," he added quickly, because he saw how Niall looked at him with a face radiating: Mate you always dream weird whats new?

"My strange dreams usually have flying pigs and trees made out of candy floss, which would be amazing though, but its just impossible. But this dream....... It felt so real. It could have been real. But it wasn't 'cause I woke up from that fricking alarm clock."

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Hii this is my first time writing a fanfic and English isnt my first language so im sorry about that..... but i hope you like it??? i'd appreciate it if you comment and vote :)