Stuck in a dream ~ l.s

Chapter 2

Third person:
(Imagine this Louis ^)

"What made this dream so different and more real compared to the other ones you normally have?" Niall asked confused. What the hell was Harry talking about?

"Well I dreamed about this boy, around our age, a bit older maybe....." Harry started a bit unsure. But now that he had time to think about the dream and imagine that beautiful boy, he didn't mind how random it would sound for Niall anymore and just told him his dream.

"I was walking to the supermarket 'cause I ran out of food and I hadn't decided what I was gonna eat that evening. So walked to the shopping mall, I had my earphones in and was just vibing on the music, when I saw this guy standing with his back at me looking at the fountain with the statue, that big one in the middle of mall, he looked really intrigued which is random 'cause it's not a really special statue or something. I thought it could maybe be a tourist and really interested in that kind of stuff you know, so I walked past him when he suddenly turned. It was like he felt I was walking past him. Now that he had faced me I could look at this face and he had the most beautiful blue eyes you could ever imagine. You've got beautiful blue eyes too Niall, but his stood more out, I'm sorry......."

Niall rolled his eyes and motioned Harry to continue. He had grown accustomed to the way Harry always told his stories (slow and quite boring), but in some way Harry told this story, this dream, better than he ever had told a story and Niall liked that and wanted to hear what happened next.

"Okay so we stood there face to face, I looked into his almost electric blue eyes and he looked back at me. It felt like he stared right into my soul but in a good way you know. I guess we stood like that for 2 minutes when he suddenly looked down at his feet. Not shy or anything but with what even looked like a little smirk. I snapped out of a sort of trance and now I could get a better look of him in general, not only his eyes.

"He had brown messy hair, with a bit of a fringe swept to one side. He was shorter than me what almost made him look cute, but then I remembered his eyes which were more mysterious than cute and adorable, so I quickly forgot that thought. He had also a bit of a stubble, so I knew he had to be at least 20 years or older. He was just hot, if you had seen him Niall you would have known what I meant, it was just this thing which I cant describe, that made him incredibly attractive."

Harry had come out to Niall last year. As what, he didn't know and didn't really care either, he just wasn't straight. He always knew back home that he wasn't straight, he just didn't know what he was then. But know that he was in college and had experienced everything that came with that, he knew that wasn't looking at pretty girls only.

Niall as the amazing friend (and person in general) that he is, was totally fine with Harry being whatever he was. And always pointed out the people he thought were acceptable enough for Harry to date, which made hanging around at the bar in the weekends so much more fun.

"Ok we get it, he was beautiful and had prettier eyes than me. Go on, what happened next?" Niall said hitting Harry softly on his arm, while he was eagerly listening.

"After I watched him up and down shamelessly, he looked back up at me with a smile. Which made him even more stunning then he already was. He gave me a little nod, turned around and walked away."

"Just that? You guys didn't say anything? You just looked into each others mesmerizing eyes?" Niall said sarcastic and he sounded definitely disappointed.

"Yep..." Harry sounded disappointed too.

"But what again made this so special than all you other dreams? You always remember you dreams way to much. You can probably even tell me which colour shoes he wore and which cashier was behind the counter in the supermarket," the sarcastic tone hadn't changed.

"Yes I can tell you that indeed," Harry rolled his eyes. "And it was special because he felt real, almost like he was there with me in de dream which is impossible of course. Whenever I dream of people, they're not real, they're just a fragment of what I know about them. Like a haze made out of memory's and information, it is always about people I know personally, like you or people who I saw on the TV or something. But I didn't recognise him, I don't know him," Harry sounded a bit frustrated at the end of his rant.

"Yeah you're right that is a bit weird, but what are you going do about it? You don't know his name, so you can't google him or anything," Niall really wanted to help, but this was just such a vague story and he couldn't really do much with it.

"I know.... And now that I have talked about it and remembered him again, it frustrates me even more," you could clearly hear how sad Harry sounded.

"I'm sorry Harry, its gonna be okay it was just a dream," Niall looked at the clock. Almost midnight. He wished he could stay longer but his roommate told him to not come home to late, so he wouldn't get woken up by Niall coming home with to much noise.

"I really have to go Harry, sorry. Liam has work early tomorrow and we both know that if he wakes up in the middle of the night he will be very grumpy the next morning."

A little smile formed on Harrys mouth.

"True, we don't want that. If he does wake up tell him its my fault. He likes me and won't get mad at me. I liked catching up with you, we're gonna do this more often," Harry assured Niall.

"Yes definitely! Bye Harry, have a good night thinking about the blue-eyed boy," Niall smiled while grabbing his jacket and walked to the front door.

"Good night Nialler," Harry said before Niall stepped outside.

Niall gave a little wave before walking down the stairs to the ground floor.

Harry locked the door and walked back to his small living room. He cleaned a bit of the mess, but to be honest he was very tired of all the talking with Niall and the day at work, so the let the dishes in the sink and turned off all the lights.

He got ready for bed quickly and crawled under the covers.

Before he closed his eyes, he made a little wish that he would see the boy in his dream again. And when he fell asleep, he already recognised the blue eyes.

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okay heyy..... I know I haven't got that many views (yet?) but I wanted to update again.
I love to improve my writing and I got this storyline stuck in my head 
(see what I did there :p) for quite some time now...... so here's the second chapter

ohh... louis pov coming up next

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