prologue:
'I was running. But I don't exactly know what from. These things never make sense to me. My imagination taking control over my mind, as I am enveloped into a world I created, all on my own. The sudden, cold, rush of wind brushing my hair back, as I run down the forests paths. I was lost. My heavy breathing only causing this event to intensify. Suddenly in a quick flash of my eyes I had appeared into a small city, outside of town. Only to find myself enveloped into a crowd of strangers. One, in particular I must've not have seen coming seemingly how I had bumped into him. I mumbled a quick and soft apology, before glancing up toward the stranger I just had bumped into. And then I met his beautiful green gaze, only to be lightly shadowed by the perfect dark curls that shape the outline of his face. He was beautiful, perfect. I was about to try turning away before he found my tinted pink cheeks, but then I felt a hand on my forearm, twisting me around to face him. His grin, only to be more perfected with the dimples that curve it. I felt my heart melt only to hear his raspy, beautiful voice. "Hi, I'm Harry." '
I woke up. Wow, what a dream. I found my breathing to be quickened while I had slept. This is the first night i actually had seen his face. My mind buried every other thought in mind besides his beautiful face, and raspy voice. Is it possible to fall in love with the guy in your dreams?
