Lover (H.S)

Short Sequel

Always You

Harry was already up and about at seven in the morning. It was a Saturday, and he didn't have any classes to go to, but he was naturally an early riser. Louis, his boyfriend, was sleeping next to him. Since he didn't have anything better to do, Harry decided to stay in bed and scroll through Pinterest for project ideas. He took a photography course, for some reason. Well, the reason being that he really fucking loved photography. Anyway, he had a photography project to do and he wasn't above looking through Pinterest for some inspiration, thank you very much.

Fifteen minutes into his 'scroll-through-Pinterest fest, he heard a strangled gasp next to him. He put down his phone immediately and peeked at Louis in concern. He almost went back to his phone when he noticed that Louis was still again; but then, Louis suddenly thrashed in his side of the bed. Few seconds later, Louis was properly twisting and turning, pained gasps leaving his lips occasionally. Harry was hoping that whatever Louis was dreaming about would stop, but it had been ten minutes and Louis still hadn't stopped thrashing. This time Harry decided that he had had enough.

He softly touched Louis' arm and whispered, "Lou? Louis. Wake up, love."

Louis' body tightened with tension as soon as the words left Harry's mouth. Harry frowned to himself; what could he possibly be dreaming about? It was definitely not good; Harry at least knew that much.

He tried waking up Louis again; nudging him gently, "Louis. Lou, wake up."

Louis wriggled some more in his spot, turning away from Harry. However, he didn't stop moving in discomfort. Harry sighed to himself; clearly trying to wake him up gently wasn't working.

This time Harry properly pulled at Louis' arm, speaking loudly, "Wake the fuck up!"

His tactic worked this time. Louis sat up immediately; a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his hands tightly clenched. He turned to Harry, gasping, "Eleanor?"

Harry didn't know what to think about that, so he slowly spoke in response, "Uh, what about her?"

Louis asked frantically, "Is she gone?"

Harry looked around in confusion, "Lou, we're in our apartment. Eleanor isn't here. You were kicking in your sleep, though. Bad dream?"

Louis gaped at his boyfriend, "Dream? Oh. Dream! Right. It was a dream. Jesus fucking Christ. Just a dream. Nightmare, actually."

Harry chuckled softly, "Yeah, love. Wanna tell me about it?"

Louis reached over the edge of the bed to get his water bottle. He drank a little water before speaking again, "Yeah. You'll laugh at me though."

Harry grinned, "In that case, I'm excited. Tell me!"

Louis hummed as he moved the blankets off of him, "I don't know if I should."

Harry smacked his arm, "I'm breaking up with you!"

Louis snorted, clearly over his nightmare, "To do what? Date Cornelia?"

Harry blinked in confusion. Who even is Cornelia? Then, it occurred to him. A few weeks ago, he had had a dream which was basically nothing short of a romcom. A cliché, straight couple romcom. In that specific nightmare, Harry had befriended a girl named Cornelia Brooks and had eventually gone ahead to fall in love with her. It had been the scariest dream of his life, really.

Presently, Harry was really suspicious. Why would Louis bring up the Cornelia dream now? The two of them had laughed about it and moved on weeks ago. Unless...

Harry gasped dramatically, "No way! Louis, did you have a similar nightmare to my Cornelia dream?"

Louis' first instinct was to scoff and say, "As if!"