Stuck in a dream ~ l.s

Chapter 7

Louis' pov:

The first thing that happened when I woke up, almost gave me a heart attack and I'm not being dramatic right now.

When I opened my eyes, I did not see my messy room or my own body, no...

I saw a neat, small room, when I looked around me and a big hand on a door knob attached too what supposedly had to be my body, but I wasn't mine. Much time to process everything around be, wasn't possible. Three seconds later I was back in my own room, waking up as I should have in the first place.

I lay there for a few minutes. What the fuck just happened? As I tried to think of a logical reason, that didn't include me going insane, the doorbell rang. I sighed deeply and got out of bed, putting on joggers on the way. I opened the door, my eyes still half closed.

"Lou!" I stumbled backwards when two girls jumped on me and hugged me tight around my waist. Two older girls joined the younger twins and hugged me just as tight.

"You smell," the oldest said. I slapped her on her shoulder and wiggled out of their grasped, petting the heads of the twins, just when a middle aged woman walked in.

"I'm sorry, forgot you guys were coming. Hey mom," I kissed my mom on her cheek, "You can't blame me though, it's 10 in the morning on a Sunday." The girls walked further into the apartment, Fizzy already jumping on the couch and searching for the tv remote. "I'll fresh up for a bit, be back in a minute."

I quickly put on jeans and a hoodie, splashed some water in my face and brushed my teeth. When I came back into the living room, Phoebe and Daisy sat on the floor just a meter from the tv, hypnotised by some program. Lottie and Fizzy sat on the couch, talking about something on Lottie's phone. I captured the moment in my mind for a second, it felt just as how it used to be, like the old days. I hadn't realised I missed this so much.

"Louis, how can you live here? You can't even see the counter anymore," it was my mom in the kitchen. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed it was indeed really gross and messy, how was that even possible, I literally cleaned it before Zayn came by yesterday.

"I don't know, alright, it's pretty hard to live on you own to be honest," mom smiled at me, before we cleaned up everything together. When we were done, we walked into the living room with six cups of tea and some cookies the twins had made yesterday and had brought along.

A pain shot through my mind and I almost dropped the plate I was holding. The living room with my family disappeared and a kitchen with a sink full of dishes appeared. I looked around me and saw a blond boy with blue eyes looking back, worry on his face. Five seconds later I was back in my living room, shaking slightly.

"Lou, baby, what's wrong?" I saw that they all were looking at me, because I had stopped in the middle of the room. I didn't react immediately. Who was that blond guy? Where was that kitchen? What the actual fuck?

"Nothing," I walked quickly to the couch and dropped the plate with cookies on the little table, "I remembered something, but it's fine," I lied, avoiding my mothers sharp blue eyes. She could always detect when me and my sisters lied to her, luckily I had pretty much master the skill of keeping secrets form her in the past 23 years. 

I saw her nodding slightly, but not really convinced, before she grabbed her cup and focused back to the tv again. Phoebe and Daisy crawled against both my sides, munching on their self made cookies. I wrapped my arms around them, enjoying this moment with my family.

We sat like that for a hour, catching up about work and school and watching Sunday morning programs on the tv, when my mom announced that they should leave soon. Lottie and Fizzy were going to meet some friends, so they had to be back home in time. My mom stood up and beckoned me to follow her, while the girls stayed before the tv.