Stuck in a dream ~ l.s

Chapter 5

Louis' pov:

"So then everything went black and I woke up," I ended my story. I had told Zayn everything what had happened in my first and second dream. How we were first saw each other. How we were back at the mall in the second dream and had spoken for a little bit.

"And you still don't know the name of this mystery boy?" for an outsider, Zayn would have sounded uninterested, sipping from his beer and sitting back on the couch. But I knew he was very curious in all of this, he definitely wanted to know how I could dream about the same boy twice.

"Nope," I tried to sound casual, but I knew Zayn could see through it and see that in reality I was quite disappointed. I just wanted to know his fooking name, was that so hard to understand. But then I reminded myself that this was all some weird fabrication of my own brain and this boy didn't even existed.

"Interesting......," Zayn thought out loud. He finished his beer and tossed the empty bottle on the table, deep thoughts forming in his mind. I recognised the frown in his eyebrows he always had when he was thinking about something.

We were quiet for a few minutes, which gave my the opportunity to think properly back to what happened in the second dream.

I was back in the mall I didn't know, I only recognised it from the first meeting, but I didn't even know if it was a real place. But I was there again, people rushing past me in blur. I got a bit sick from the dizziness, until I saw the tall boy. Without realising it I started walking towards him, my nausea disappeared immediately, because I was only focusing on the boy now. I suddenly came to a halt before him, looking in eyes without breaking eye contact. I smiled, because I knew it was the same boy and he looked even more beautiful than in my first dream. I realised we were looking intensely at each other, yet we didn't even know each others names. So I extended my hand. It took him a second before he grabbed mine.

I took a deep breath, confused about what had happened. A spark released when our hands connected and he looked confused too.

I said that I was surprised about that little spark and he looked shocked because I had talked. Why would my own imagination be shocked about the fact that I could talk? I ignored the thought and said my name instead, but I didn't get any response. So I gently squeezed his hand, which felt nice and to be honest I never wanted to let go of his hand. It felt right in mine, like it belonged there.

And just when he wanted to say his name, the dream went black and I woke up, with the feeling of his big hand still in mine.

"Louis, are you even listening to what I'm saying? I'm trying to help you," I woke up from my daydream and looked at Zayn confused. I had totally forgotten that he was still here.

"No, I wasn't," I said, grabbing the empty bottles to throw them away.

I could see Zayn rolling his eyes before I walked away and I chuckled at that. Zayn loved to give advice and help and it was actually always helpful. 'Don't you want my advice? I could go home now and let you be here alone in your misery,' he said dramatic, but he almost couldn't held in a laugh.

 "No stay, I do want you advice. I was just thinking about him," I answered, in my hand some other bottles and a bag of crisps. Zayn raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Him as in the boy from your dream?" I nodded at that, a bit shy. Why did I got shy? Louis get you shit together, I mentally slapped myself.

"Can we give him a nickname? I'm sure we'll talk about him more," Zayn said. He had a point there.

We were silent again for a moment, not sure what kind of nickname we could use. I wished I just knew his name already. I was sure I would think about him often, I couldn't get him out of my mind.

"Curly," I said casually.

"Curly? Why? That's so random," Zayn looked at me, literally not knowing why.

"Well, 'cause he has curly hair, at least in my dream. I don't even know if he exists," a frustrated groan escaped my mouth.

"Okay okay, relax. Yeah we'll name him curly. Quite a cute name," Zayn patted my shoulder awkwardly, smirking slightly.

"Shut up," I slapped his hand away, "You've no idea how frustrated it is to dream about someone you have never seen before, twice!"

"You're right, I've no idea," he stood up from the couch, "I'm gonna go, good luck with everything I guess?"

"Yea yea, bye," the emerald green eyes clearly in my mind now, which made me not fully realise what Zayn had said. How could those eyes be so mesmerising? Why couldn't they leave my mind for just one second? Why? Why? My brain felt like exploding at all the thoughts.

"Bye Tommo, keep me updated. I do wanna help you, it's just all a bit vague," Zayn slapped my shoulder playfully and stepped through the door, pulling the door shut behind him. He noticed that I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts at the moment and left me be.

The bang of the closed door brought me back to reality and out of my crazy mind. I was left alone, in my way too big apartment for someone on their own. I sighed and went to my room, the mess we had made earlier didn't really bother me and so I left it on the table to clean out later or something.

I let myself fall on my bed, exhausted from my own brain. And I fell asleep, dreaming.

...

I stood before the fountain, the same fountain as the last two dreams. I excitedly looked around me, but I didn't recognise the green eyes. People running around in a hazy blur. I got a bit worried, with this anxious feeling in my stomach and I felt my heart bounding heavily in my body. Where was he? Why was I in this dream without him?

Suddenly everything froze. I remembered this from the second dream, it had to mean that he was here too, but I still couldn't find the curly haired boy anywhere. Until I turned around and crashed into someone. Before I could hit the floor, two strong arms caught me and I felt the same spark coming free. I twisted my head to the person whose arms were holding me and a huge smile took over my face.

Your heart is beating really fast, I can feel it," the green-eyed boy said, letting go of my waist and looking shyly to the ground. But I saw the same big smile on his face too.

"Oh yeah.....," I didn't know what to say. I always knew what to say, but this man in front of me could make my mind in some way fuzzy and all. I couldn't think straight when I was so close to him and I didn't understood why I got so worried about him not being in my dream, it was my imagination after all right?

"I never told you my name," he looked back up at me and my heart which was beating so fast, seemed to stop for a moment. 'My name is Harry.'

Harry. Harry?

"Well Harry, nice to meet you then," I found my way of talking again and extended my hand. He took mine in his big ones, a second spark erupted, but we didn't pay attention to it anymore. Like it was normal, it felt right to touch him at least.

"Nice to meet you Louis," he shook my hand and squeezed in it slightly. The smile was now a big grin and he looked so damn beautiful, my heart started to pound again and I felt butterflies in my stomach now that the anxiousness was gone.

These dreams were getting weirder and weirder. Who was this guy? How could I dream about someone I never even met? And how could I get feelings for a boy in my imagination?

We stood there for a few minutes, our hands connected.

I opened my eyes. I was back in my bedroom, my normal, boring bedroom. It got dark and it had to be past eight already. My stomach rumbled, hunger taking over my sleepiness. So rolled off my bed and stumbled to the kitchen, to search for some food. I had some left over pizza from yesterday and settled with that.

Just when I wanted to take a bite from my slice, I remembered my dream.

Wait a minute.

Harry

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Louis is confused (can we blame him tho?)
Zayn knows the dreams now too (just like niall)
They had a third dream and now they both now each others names.......

joe joe