Stuck in a dream ~ l.s

Chapter 8

Harrys pov:

Twenty minutes later, Liam knocked on the door of my apartment. After I had told Niall about the weird visions, he had texted Liam, asking if he could come and help us out with his logical way of thinking. Liam agreed, because he wanted to go back to the familiar part of the city and because he wanted to check on the progress of their burned building anyway.

"Hey Harry!" Liam walked in, wrapped in a big warm coat. I hadn't noticed it was so cold, the last time I went outside was when I had to work last Friday, "Hi Nialler."

"Hey Li, thirsty?" Niall grabbed three sodas from the fridge and walked back to the couch where Liam and I were sitting.

"So you're going crazy?" Liam said, cracking open his can, while I rolled my eyes at him. But was I?

"No idea, were wondering you could maybe help......" I responded shyly. Liam studied something medical with brains, which went way beyond my knowledge. So he maybe knew something about disorders in the brains or anything related to random dreams and visions, before I would ran off to the doctors.

"Well, I don't know. I'm in second year and we hadn't learned much yet about you're type of.... problem, I guess. But I've read a lot besides our normal lectures, so yeah maybe I can help."

I repeated the whole story about the dreams and visions again. Told a bit about Louis, to which Liam smirked and about the rooms that had appeared when the visions had happened. Of course I knew all the details, but I didn't want to bore them with the little decorations I had seen in the rooms and stuff.

We were quite for a while, after I had told my story, the only sound was the cracking of a bag of chips that Niall had founded from somewhere in the kitchen. Liam was intrigued at my story, it was written all over his face.

"To be honest, this is the weirdest story I have ever heard," Liam finally said, "And I don't know what's going on or if it would be smart to go to a doctors office, because I don't think this is something medical, a disorder or even a disease, no this is just strange."

"Thanks for the help then, Payno. Thought you were the smart one out of us," Niall said sarcastically, his mouth full with chips. Liam grimaced at the gross sighted and snatched the bag out of Niall's hands, to eat some before it would be empty.

"Like I said, this is probably not related to something medical and I think it even goes beyond science and physics," Niall and I frowned at that. Beyond science? But what is it then?

It looked like Niall read my mind, "What is it then? It kinda scary, I'm not gonna lie," he said, looking in front of him at nothing in the distance, munching on a sandwich that came literally out of now where. And again we were silent for a while, not really knowing what to say about everything I had told.

My mind drove of to Louis, his blue electric eyes, his small but mischief-ish posture, which made him dangerously cute and damn hot. I had only dreamed about him three times now and he never left my thoughts, he was always somewhere in the back of my mind. But I had dreamed about him three times, a guy I had never seen in real live before, what the hell.......

I heard my stomach rubble and just when I wanted to ask if the boys were up for Chinese food, I felt the subtle pain shot through my head, again.

Liam and Niall vanished and my eyes met an unlocked phone, an Instagram feed to be precise. I noticed that I was lying on my stomach surrounded with pillows. I tried to move my hand to look whose Instagram account it was, so I would know whose phone this was. But it didn't work and the phone left my sight. With my eyes locked on a shocked looking Liam and the feeling of Niall's hand touching my arm, I was back to my own reality.