Stuck in a dream ~ l.s

Chapter 4

Harrys pov:

I looked around me. I was back at the mall, standing next to that huge fountain.

It was busy, but my focus was not on the people around me. They went by in a blur and I got a little dizzy from the sight, until I saw someone walking towards me. Everything froze except for the boy coming my way.

Noway..... it truly was the boy from my first dream. I recognised his eyes immediately.

I could never forget that face, not in a million years.

His way towards me seemed endless and a thousand thoughts flew through me head. We never broke eye contact, the same sort of trance I felt in my first dream was back again.

Finally he arrived before me, our eye contact still not broken. He had a small smile on his face and his hair looked messy. I felt a little butterflies in my stomach with how he looked.

After a few minutes looking at each other, he pulled his eyes away from mine and looked over my shoulder, deep in thought. He held out his hand, while looking back at me, his smile bigger than before. I looked at his outstretched hand, with confusing clearly on my face. It took me a second to realise he wanted to shake my hand. So I grabbed his hand.

My breath stopped for a moment, I saw he felt it too.

Our hands gave a little spark at that touch and I almost wanted to pull my hand away. But something inside me, told me to not let go of his hand yet. We looked surprised at our connected hands.

"Wow. I didn't expect that to happen," the boy said stunned. I turned my gaze back to him.

"You can talk?" I was so astonished with this boy and everything that had happened in the last five minutes. I knew I dreamed weird, but this was totally something different.

"Of course I can talk, last time I checked I was still a human," he answered sarcastically , but his tone was playful and still a bit surprised too. He had a heavy accent.

"I can see that yes, but-" I cut myself off, midsentence. I had never heard anyone talk with that kind of accent like he had. How could I even dream that? He looked at me curiously and I still held his hand.

"Louis," he said. "My name is Louis. What's your name?"

Louis. Louis? I had never even heard of a Louis. I totally missed his question, so he gently squeezed my hand. 'What's your name?'

"Oh, ehm-" Before I could finish my sentence and tell him my name, the dream went black. He disappeared with everything around us.

My eyes shot open, I could still feel his small hand in mine. I had woken up and I never told him my name. But I knew his, Louis. What a beautiful name.

Wait a minute..... I had woken up from my dream. I looked at my surroundings, everything was dark, so it had to be early. My phone rang next to me, that was what had stopped my dream.

I took it from the charger. Niall it said. Niall? Why would he call me in the middle of the night? On my clock stood in bright red numbers:  02:56.

"Hello? Niall?" I asked confused.

"Harry! Omg Harry! Thanks for picking up," he sounded out of breath.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" worry in my voice now.

"Yes, no, well ehmmm...... There's a fire in my apartment building."

"What?! A fire? Are you guys okay??" I quickly pushed the blankets off me and jumped up.

"Yes, everyone is fine. But we can't stay here, the building is not really safe anymore..... Can I come to your house?" he asked sad. I couldn't blame him, Niall had always loved his apartment and of course all his stuff.

"Yeah, yeah of course, you can come here, that's totally fine. Is Liam coming too?" I asked, already clearing out some dirty clothes.

"No, he's staying with relatives on the other side of the city, I believe," he answered. I heard busy talking on the other side of the phone, probably residents who had to find a place to stay.

"Okay, alright, see you in a bit." We said goodbye and I had some time left to clean my apartment. Luckily Niall had stayed over numerous times and was quite comfortable on the couch, so it was easy setting up his bed. I figured he would probably stay for a few days, if the building was that bad.

Fifteen minutes later Niall knocked on the door, not wanting to be too loud to the neighbours. He wore sweatpants with a jumper and a warm coat, it was pretty cold outside.

"Hey," he walked inside, fatigue taking over his whole body, when stepping into the warm house.

"We could only pack a backpack with the bare necessities: wallet, phone, laptop and some other small stuff, before we had to leave," he yawned, showing me his bag and plopping down on the couch, taking of his shoes.

"I'm sorry. Just go to sleep, you deserve it and you look pretty awful," I said earnestly, while taking is backpack from him and putting it on the chair.

Niall was practically asleep, he had to be very tired. I placed the blanket over him and walked back to the door to lock it and to switch the lights off.

When I walked to my room, I already heard him snore. I went back to my bed.
My dream..... wait..... The boy had said his name.

Louis

What a beautiful name for such a beautiful boy, I thought, suddenly feeling sleepy.

I fell asleep thinking about Louis, sadly dreamless this time.

Just like Louis, on the other side of the city.

....

I woke up from a sound in the kitchen, it took me a second to realise it would probably be Niall. He must be hungry, what he always was though. I left my warm bed to go check on him and I was immediately welcomed with the delicious smell of eggs and bacon.

"Good morning," I said yawning. Niall turned around at the sound of my voice, a piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth. He turned off the stove and scooped the food on two plates, chewing on the bacon.

"Morning, breakfast?" he responded, handing me one of the plates and sliding in the chair beside me.

"Thanks, did you hear anything about the fire yet? Is de building still liveable?"

"Yeah I got a text from Liam. He had received a call from the landlord and they told him that everyone could not come back yet, because there was a lot of damage to several apartments," he still sounded tired, but was chewing on his food comfortably.

"That sucks, mate. Hope you're comfy enough on the couch then."

"Yeah yeah, that's fine. Tell me, anymore dreams about the blue-eyed boy?" he shrugged and smirking slightly. I nodded and he looked at me surprised, not expecting another dream story.

"I know his name now......" I said a bit shy. Niall's surprised face only grew bigger.

"You did? What's his name? We have to search him up, checking if he's real!" he said excited. 

"His name is Louis," I answered, already grabbing my phone.

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so that's what happened in the second dream.......

{hope you're not confused about the storyline or anything, otherwise im sorry abt that :0}

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