DREAMER [l.s]

02

(sorry for any errors or such, enjoy!)

The rest of the week was fine.

Nothing special happened.

No weird dreams (besides the one with dipping lemons in syrup, which was quite weird experience).

Until I wake up on Friday morning, eyes wide.

Fuck.

This will not end well.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and speed dialled Niall with speaker on as I got up from my bed putting on some boxers along with the rest of my clothes.

When Niall finally pick up after the fifth ring he says a yawning 'yes'.

"Pack your bags, we're going to London." I told him sternly as I picked a bag from under my bed I could pack some clothes and necessities.

"What the hell..." he grumbled. I could hear him shuffling around in his bead as he probably sat up from his most likely laying position. "Why?" he then asked.

"I dreamt about you and I taking a train to London over the weekend." I told him. "I know it's a big deal just packing your bag and get on a train to London but if you love me you'll do this for me please." I said, using the guilt trap. It always worked.

"Harry you do realize we have school today, don't you?"

I rolled my eyes at Niall. "And since when do you care about school I might ask?" He grinned. Sitting down on my bed and went through my mental checklist, making sure I've got everything I need.

"Okay, you're right. Meet me outside my house in 20 minutes and we'll go to the train station, alright?" I hummed agreeing. "Are you going to tell your mother?"

I shook my head only to realize that he couldn't see it. "She's at work, I'll just send her a text when we're there so she can't stop me." I giggled.

Niall laughed lightly. "Okay, see you soon." He told me and hung up.

I went downstairs with my bag and made myself a sandwich that I quickly ate along with a glass of apple juice.

When that was done I still had around 10 minutes until I was going to meet up with Niall so I decided to check for trains from Cheshire to London. The clock was currently only 7.13am and there was a train going to London at 9.15am. Which meant we had around 2 hours to take a bus to the train station and but tickets.

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"Oh god." Niall said. "We're really doing this. We're going to London without our parents knowing." He continued.

"It'll be fine Niall." I sighed. All morning he had been anxious for leaving home without anyone knowing where he is. What if 'we're in a train crash' or what if 'we get lost' and so on. "We've gone to London before, relax."