After her parents were ruthlessly murdered in front of her, Izalea Matthews is deeply affected by her past that forever haunts her in her dreams. It becomes her aim to stop being afraid of the world and find out what happened to them. Whilst she sea...
^Noah Centineo as Elijah Carson. Well... to join the other cute boys, why not throw in Noah? It's impossible to not have a crush on him. Who do you all like better?😏
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Dreams.
Stupid, stupid, fucking dreams.
You can get good dreams. Dreams of living your very own fantasies like kissing and marrying your crushes. Even those dreams of that delicious chocolate cake on your 10th birthday party. Dreams of feeling so alive and good that you can't wait to go to sleep and experience it all over again. Dreams that never make you want to wake up.
And then you can get bad dreams.
Dreams of your worst fears, your worst experiences, your worst mistakes. The very things you try to hide from, thinking that they can't get you if you sleep. But they never stop. They don't know how to. They feed on your racing heart, loving to watch you suffer. The only thing sleep does is make you alone with them. They torture you in your most vulnerable state. They creep around the corner waiting for the perfect moment to pounce, just when your head falls into slumber. They eat you alive, make you wake up screaming or crying. They make you feel the upmost regret.
Before, all I ever had was the bad dreams. Before, I was mad out of my mind wondering how the hell to dream. Or should I say before Noah. Because now? Oh how I wonder how to stop fucking dreaming.
The boy is driving me up the damn walls. He enters my life and now he's all I think about. Like what the actual hell? How the could he just walk into my life at some point and turn it upside down on its head, doing some sort of gymnastic fucking headstand, front flips and roly poly's.
Shit, am I in hell?
If I am in hell, the devil can keep me there if I get to wake up and see this sight every morning though. You really can't blame me. Imagine innocently opening your eyes to find the sexiest man you can think of right in front of you. Wait no, in bed with you.
Don't mind if I fucking do.
But, it's sweet that Noah had actually listened to me last night and restricted himself from touching me at any point throughout the night. As if I would have complained anyway.
I've never actually been in love before. I've only known heartbreak and that wasn't even with a guy. I don't do relationships and neither does Noah. Not that I'd actually get into a relationship with him anyway. What the fuck Izzy?
There's just one thing I can't deny. Noah Grayson's reputation: Asshole? Check. Hot as fuck? Check. Dangerous? Check. Rude? Check. Heartless? Never.
He may not care about little girl's feelings but they know what they're getting into. If anything, they're the ones who are letting themselves get their own heart broken. He fights and so what? He saved me; Noah's one of the good guys. Maybe it's the fact that he believes he doesn't deserve to be cared for. I know he likes to think he's cold hearted but to me? I don't think he could ever be. That's just not Noah. He can try all he wants to push anyone away and convince them that he's no good. But that's just pretence to me. The real Noah Jackson is the soul underneath the mean exterior. He's the one I think I'm falling for.
