She swayed in the scarlet crimson red, towards the end of her dream. The destiny of their encounter begins to turn. With this secret known to no one, she kept falling deeper and deeper down. Without a doubt, she could no longer return, even though s...
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Harry was rather excited today. He seemed to like the sun today more than usual. He felt like bursting into a song, just like they do in a musical.
He wanted to sing aloud today, on a rooftop with his arms wrapped around Eliana's small frame.
She gave him a reason to smile and for that, he was grateful.
Harry walked into the kitchen and saw Niall sitting with Louis who was eating his cereal. The two knew Harry was going on a trip with a friend but didn't know much about it.
"I'm seeing someone." Harry said with a bright smile. Niall nodded and Louis smiled.
"A therapist?" Louis said snickering. Niall let out a large laugh.
Harry rolled his eyes at his friends. "No. A girl. A beautiful girl." He said, his demeanour turned shy on remembering her.
"Who is she?" Niall asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Eliana. She's perfect really. You should meet her, she's coming to pick me up. You should talk to her. You'll like her but don't like her too much-"
"We get it mate. Calm down." Louis said chuckling. Harry's face turned red and he turned to pour milk in his cereal milk.
"You have my apartment keys, please, please don't trash it. And no parties." Harry sternly said, pointing his finger at the two boys who were sitting on the dining table.
"Yes mom." Louis said rolling his eyes.
"I need to get changed." Harry said, gulping his cereal down his throat harshly.
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Eliana stirred in her sleep, her eyes threatening to open. She let out a few whimpers in her sleep, her mind in a state of unconsciousness. Her breath was getting ragged and disorganised.
She opened her eyes with a shock wave travelling through her body, as if she had been electrocuted by a million watts. Her chest raised up and down aggressively.
She could hear her mother's voice roll in her head. Her head was pounding. She squeezed her eyes shut hard, her hands grabbing the white duvet hard, her honey brown skin had lost colour.
It was early in the morning, Mason would be waking up any minute and be barging in her room with a large beaming grin on his face.
However, it was only her right now and her mother's voice in her head and her distorted vision invading her senses and thoughts.
Sometimes it scared her.
It scared her, how much she thought about going for a walk and never coming coming home and how willing she is to leave everything she has and everyone she knows.