Stuck in a dream ~ l.s

Chapter 9

Louis' pov:

My eyes flicked open, it was still really dark outside, even though it was almost 7 in the morning. I wished I could stay in my warm bed, but I had to work. I had a job at the local record shop, it wasn't really that busy or popular, but I liked to chill vibe that it had and the free time I had when there weren't many costumers. Of course I had to do the selling bit, which I didn't mind because I loved recommending music to newcomers. I had to do a little bit of administration too, but other than that, I could play every kind of music in the shop that I wanted and even do a few online workshops here and there.

It didn't pay much, but because I had saved a lot when I still lived at home and received a few inheritances, I could still pay for my house and food. I mostly did the job for fun, talking about music and playing some guitar and piano where a nice addition. Because of the chill and kind of vintage vibe, it almost became a second kind of café, where local people came to talk to each other, with a nice cup of coffee from the actual café two blocks away. I really liked working there.

Yesterday after the third vision, with the two shocked boys, I stayed in my bed for the rest of the day. It was Sunday after all, and because of my unhealthy diet, I ordered pizza and ate it in my bed. I fell asleep early that evening and of course dreamed about the lovely green-eyed Harry.

This time the dream took place in a park, the park not far from my house to be precise. It was nice to see my own environment for ones, because I didn't know the mall the three others dreams had taken place. What was great too, was the fact that Harry was still asleep on the bench we were sitting on, when the dream started. Which meant I could watch him sleep for a minute. It sounds a bit creepy, now I think back to it, but yeah it's what happened.

And he was cute when he was asleep, wrapped in a long coat and his long hair in some kind of messy bun. So I sat there for a while, admiring his beauty and thinking how the hell I could ever create such a boy in my dreams, until he woke up. And he locked his eyes immediately with mine. After a while, he finally found the strength to pull his eyes away, and looked around himself. He blushed at how he was laying on the bench and when he wanted to sit op straight, he almost fell. I chuckled at that, because it was so adorable. He looked dangerous with his hair and intimating face, but in reality he was just cute and clumsy.

I didn't really thought it through, when I told him he looked cute when he was asleep. So I mentally slapped myself, because come on Tommo, that sound so creepy. But he took it well, which led to the conclusion that I kind of told him he was beautiful. I didn't mind it though, it was true, everyone could see that.

And yet again, we sat there in a comfortable silence, with small glances to each other. Until I noticed that he frowned a little. He came with a good explanation, why his mood had changed, which summed up pretty well how I felt too. Staying on this bench forever. I didn't think it was weird at all. We knew nothing about each other, except for our first names, but it felt right. His presence felt just right. So I agreed, when I remembered that this wasn't real, we couldn't stay like this forever, this was a dream.

Wait, this was a dream.

It felt like something clicked in my mind, this was all a dream. This was not the reality. I couldn't really explain what happened, but it felt like I had full control over everything. I didn't feel the urge to do something, I could decided everything for myself.

And I got quite overwhelmed with this new realisation. I could do everything, literally everything. But me being stupid, didnt't asked where the boy came from or what his last name was at least, but decided to smile at him and wrap my finger around his. With the usual spark around our hands. Now that I thought back to it, I honestly wanted to kick myself.