Is This All A Dream? Nope.~~A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 2 ~ The dream

Hey hey!~~ Okay, I know the previous chapter was kinda boring but things will get super awesome in the future chapters! :) x

Sleep. What more could I ask for. All I wanted was to lay down in my soft yet squeaky bed and let my mind wonder on its own. After dinner I made my way up to my bedroom and told my mum a goodnight on the way up the stairs. "Goodnight sweetie!" She yelled back. I shut the door and fell onto my soft bed. Instantly I was off into a sleep full of dreams.

Sweat. So much sweat was dripping off of me. I turned to check the clock beside me. 4:36 AM. Gosh, why? I just had the best dream of my life. This dream included five specific boys trying out for the talent show, X-Factor. I could clearly remember that there were three brunettes, one with dark black hair, and another with dirty, teased blond and brown hair. I think he was Irish. Their names were Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and...uhhm...I forgot the cute Irish boys name...dammit....but there was something about them that was so mesmerising. They all had beautiful voices, and the judges did like them...a lot. They pushed through to boot camp. But surprisingly, all five of their names were not called out. Then...uhhmm...oh yeah! All five of them...the exact same five guys got called back to talk to the judges with another group of girls. I can't exactly remember but I think they got put in a band. And they later named themselves..ermm....One Direction...I think.

Is that even possible? To have dreams about five teenage boys, who get put in a boyband, on X-factor? Well some dreams do come true...Don't they? I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

DECEMBER 12TH, 2010, MELBOURNE, VICTORIA, AUSTRALIA.

ARRGGHH this can't be happening! I dialled my number again hoping to hear a familiar ring tone. Beep Beep. Beep Beep. Come oonnn! I am just so asdfghjkl right now. I've lost my phone, the taxi is here to pick up my Mum and I to take us to the airport, so we can go to London! But no! I just HAVE to loose my phone. DAMMIIT. I'm so glad I graduated Year 11. Just as I was furiously stomping around hoping my phone would magically appear, there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" I turned my head to face the door only to see my mum wearing a wide grin and shaking my phone around was if it was a toy. "Sweet Jesus, Mum you found it! Where was it?" "It was in the laundry basket. Now hurry up! We have to get going, the taxi's waiting." I nodded. Thank the lord! I would've exploded if I didn't find that phone. "You're welcome." She smirked and walked out of the door. I hurried down the stairs picked up my luggage and rolled it out onto the concrete and shoved it into the boot of the taxi. Finally! Mum joined me in the taxi after she locked up the house. We're going to London!