Savior

Like a Dream

I had been lying in the uncomfortable hospital bed for God knows how long, when I heard frantic footsteps running down the hallway. I kept listening as they got closer and closer, until they stopped right in front of my room. I thought, "who the hell is running, and why are they stopped in front of my room" and then the door flew open and in stepped a fucking god. A beautiful man with curly brown hair and greenish gray eyes. It took me a moment to realize that it was the boy I would secretly look at pictures of, the boy who was hung up on my wall beneath the posters of the music everyone assumes I love. The boy with the voice I could fall asleep. The boy whose name was Harry Styles. As soon as I realized this, I became very conscious of how I looked. My bleached blonde hair probably looked like a rats nest, and I had no idea whether or not my makeup was still smudged under my sea green eyes. I found the courage to say a seemingly confident, "Should you be here right now?" He had been looking out the door window, as if expecting someone to come and take him away. He whipped around and said, "sorry, didn't know someone was in here" and his eyes widened and he just stared. This made me feel very self conscious. What if he was stunned by my ugliness, or wondering, what was this girl doing here. Eventually he said, "you see, I was visiting this girl on the floor above who is a fan of me and is dying with cancer, and I was leaving when a bunch of paparazzi started following me. I really wasn't in the mood for them, so I ran somewhere they couldn't find me. So I then ended up here." I was shocked at the story, thanking the stars he chose this room to hide in. He then said, "You do know who I am, don't you?" I relied a small, but confident, "sorta" he chuckled a bit and asked, "you know my name, now let me know yours" with a little smirk on his face, the little smirk I had always dreamed about seeing in real life. I relied, "Autumn. My name is Autumn."