You Have A Nightmare And He's Not There, (Liam):
The man with the red and black sweater was cornering you, he was edging closer to you, bringing out his sharp fingers. Like blades they were. Ready to slice into anything they could get their hands on. And he was going to get his hands on you. You couldn't move, if you did he would get you. He would get you anywhere you went. So you stayed still. Your breathing was heavy as he lifted his hand up, bringing it down with force. Down onto you.
"HELP ME!" You scream as you dart up from bed. Your cheeks hot and flustered, damp with tears. You leap up from bed and go straight to the mirror. Checking yourself over to see if there's any sign of scratches or cuts. But there's nothing. Your mind wanders as you realize it was just a dream. You're still shaking like a leaf. Nightmare or no nightmare. Your mind is still playing tricks on you, making you believe that there's someone in the house coming to get you. Liam's out at Andy's birthday party so you're left all alone. Feeling panicked you climb back into bed pulling your pillow over your head. You have your phone next to you all the time so you reach over and type in Liam's number. Only to have it go to voice mail..
"Liam, please pick up." You whisper, your voice shaking. You realize if you did get through to Liam you wouldn't be able to hear a thing anyways. A loud club, no service probably. Great. You turn on your back and stare at the ceiling for a while. After about half an hour the door opens then closes, noises are heard from downstairs as whoever it is opens cupboard doors and various other things. Not knowing that it's Liam, you scramble into the wardrobe. Where you'll be safe from anything that comes up into your room. After a few minutes the heavy footsteps make their way upstairs and into the bedroom. "(Y/N)?" A familiar voice sounds. Liam? You think to yourself. You weren't expecting him back so soon. You shuffle around trying to get up but knocking half the contents over in the wardrobe. You pick yourself up as the wardrobe doors open, coming face to face with a very confused Liam. "(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing?"
He's half laughing but he's half serious. You laugh at how stupid you are, "I thought you were Freddy Krueger." You admit. This causes Liam to erupt in hysterical laughter. "It's not funny, if you had that dream you would be scared too!"
His face goes straight, "what dream?"
You go on to explain the whole dream and after Liam feels sorry for you. "Aw, I'm sorry. I'll protect you." He wraps his arms around you.
"Bit cheesy love." You mumble against his shoulder.
"Just trying to be nice..." He laughs then wraps you up in the blanket, letting you fall asleep, peacefully, on his chest.
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