Lucid (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

He was there waiting for me again. By the big oak tree, next to the ever-growing patch of pink roses. His back faced me. He sensed my presence approaching through the roses. With one swift move he turned to face me. That signature smile was flashed at me. Luscious lips hypnotising me. He pulled me into a strong embrace. Hazelnut curls gently brushed the crown of my head as he laid a soft gentle kiss upon my forhead. I gazed into his remarkable emerald green eyes.

Never wanting to escape. That was when I sucked back into the horrors of reality.

That was one of the most vivid ones I've had yet. I've been lucid dreaming for about 3 months now, and each one gets even more real.

Every night I leave the world behind, into one of my dream worlds. My imagination comes alive like never before. And the one who always surrounds ny mind us the basis for it all.

Harry Styles.

Yeah , I guess I'm so into him that my mind creates these unexplainable stories of him, that I myself am still attempting to understand.

But I'm always looking forward to them. Unfortunately life isn't a dream. It's the opposite. I heard a sudden vibration from my bed side table. Violet.

"Charlotte ill be there in 5 minutes. You better not be late, or Mr. Cross will choke us"

Isn't reality just dandy?

"Alright Vi, I'll see you soon." I replied.

Time to go to school. Or prison. Whatever you choose to call it.