Cloud 9

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Prologue 8.1.13

I groaned, eyes fluttering open.

I blindly reached for my iPhone, feeling slightly familiar bedsheets beneath my fingers - but not the ones I had grown accustomed too. My eyes widened and I shot up in bed, glancing around.

I was in my room.

In Cheshire.

My eyes flickered to the calender.

It was 2010.

My heart started to hammer in my chest and my mouth grew dry. That was the most insane dream I had ever had, I thought - running my hands over my bare arms. I frowned, it felt so real. The band, the boys, the success, the fame. I stood up shakily, walking over to the mirror.

I didn't look a day over sixteen.

My hands gripped at my loose shirt, pulling it over my head. I had tattoo's, tens of them. Where had they gone ? how does someone simply conjure an imagination like that ? my heart seemed to clench. It was all just a dream ?

I made my way downstairs, eyes downcast as I reminisced.

" Harry ? "

I grimaced at the sound of my mothers voice. I hadn't spoken to her face to face in months, how was she infront of me, as if a day hadn't past when in fact nearly three years had ?

" Are you alright darling ? you look a bit pale " she murmured, her eyes scanning my face worriedly. I wasn't surprised. That was too real. That can't have been a dream.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip.

" Are the X Factor nerves finally here ? " she says, hand reaching over to fluff up my hair.

I clenched my eyes shut.

X Factor.

Becoming a boyband.

Third place.

Being signed by Simon Cowell.

What Makes You Beautiful.

I questioningly wondered where Louis was, Doncaster ? did he have the same dream ? I pinched my arm hard, a soft yelp escaping my lips before my eyes started to water. I had a dream to realistic to be just one, I was on Cloud 9.

I had it all.

My name is Harry Styles, and this is my forgotten story.