Love At First Kiss? (Harry Styles) [1]

Chapter 15: What Does my Dream Mean?

“Savannah!” I hear someone shriek my name. I turn my head, in all directions until I finally see him. It’s Harry; he’s lying on the ground, a pool of blood coming from him.  I try to run for him, but someone’s holding me back, I recognize the grip. Rebekah. I try shaking her off me, turning, and squirming all around, until I realise what I have to do. I lift up my foot, and slam it against Rebekah’s foot. She lets out a sequel and I break free from her strong grasp. I run to Harry as fast as I can, but he keeps getting farther away. I continue to run, my breathing getting heavy, I pass my friends who start running with me.

I pause for a moment, bend over and start taking short, panting, forced breaths. I get back up, and continue running towards him. Harry finally starts coming into view again; he gets closer, and closer, blood still escaping his wound, which I don’t know how he got. How the hell did that happen? When I finally get to him, I collapse onto the ground, which looks oddly fogy, and white. Harry murmurs my name again, this time, much weaker; he lifts his finger, pointing behind me. I turn my head, even though I don’t want to. I see Rebekah; she’s holding a gun, which must be how Harry got his wound.

She shots, again, even though I don’t remember the first shot. Although, she’s not aiming for me, she’s aiming for Harry! This was here plan, she decided she didn’t like me as much as she though, and thinks I should live without him, instead of it being the other way around. She shots again, this time hitting Harry in his leg, he lets out a moan of pain, and I shriek his name. I lean over him, trying to block his body from being hit again, but I know what’s going to happen, he’s going to die, and no one else seems to care. All my friends are just staring down at me, as if I’m the crazy one, they don’t even seem to notice Rebekah.

“Harry,” I whisper softly in his ear, so he’s the only one that can hear me. “I love, I love you.” I stutter out, and slowly start crying.  I realise now, even though I knew him for only a week, he was the one for me, and that I do love him. Harry smiles at me warmly at me, wipes away my tears and slowly closes his eye, and his chest slowly starts to stop moving up and down.

I lay on Harry, wanting to die with him.

“Kill me,” I shriek at Rebekah, who’s no longer there. No one’s here, it’s just me and Harry, all alone. I stay lying on Harry’s chest, and pretend that he’s still alive, and that he’s still sleeping. I will myself to slowly go to sleep with him, just this time I don’t want to wake up.

“Wake the hell up now, I’m sick of your, what is this, sleep freaking crying?” I wake to Rebekah’s voice. I snap my head up realising it was all a dream, and that Harry isn’t dead, and I’m still the one that’s going to die. Rebekah’s face is in my mine, and realise, I was sleep crying, I quickly wipe away my tears. “What was your dream, poor baby?” Rebekah asks, all sweet and innocent, even though I know she’s mocking me, I learned a long while ago; ‘sweet and innocent’ is just a cover for really nasty people.

“None of your damn business,” I murmur under my breath, trying to make my voice low so she doesn’t hear me.

“What was that?” Rebekah asks me, looking like she was going to hit me again.

“I said, none, of, your, business.” I figure, might as well stick up for yourself on the last day of your life.

“Say that again!” Rebekah yells at me, shit I’ve already said it twice!

“None, of your business!” I say with power in my voice this time. Rebekah raises her hand as though she was going to hit me, but lowers it, seeing I’m already black, blue and purple all over, and there’s no point in hitting me again, seeing she’s going to shot me later today.

I’m not scared of dying, I may not want to, but I’m no longer scared. As long as everyone I love is safe, and alive, I’m fine. I can give up my life for his, simple. That’s what you do for the people you love, you’d die for them, and that’s what I’m going to do. Rebekah murmurs some unpleasant words under her breath.

“Look, get these clothes on, change in the bathroom; I’ll give you five minutes.” What is this, make Savannah look good so when she dies everyone will be like; ‘oh-my-god, she was so beautiful, why did, she have to die?’ I don’t need sympathy over dying. I don’t want sympathy when I die. If I do it will be because I was Harry Styles girlfriend, not because I was Savannah Day, just a normal girl. I reluctantly get up out of the bed, take the clothes and go to the washroom.  “Oh, and there’s some makeup on the sink, cover up, your, your face.”

Rebekah got me a purple floral sundress, black boots, and a black knit beanie. Well, at least she knows my style, and didn’t get me skanky stuff like she wears. I slip off my old clothes, and put on the new ones. I don’t care what happens to my old clothes, they can rot in hell for all I care, if I ever get a chance, I’d like to burn them in a fire, just to forget this week.

I take the concealer off the counter, and start applying it to my face – and everywhere else – that may, or does have a scar. When I’m done, I can finally recognize myself, I still don’t look the same, but it looks close. My face is still puffy, and my legs still have some blue going through the makeup, luckily the dress goes down to my knees, even though the boots only go above my ankle. It makes me look slightly better, the only thing that looks basically like it did before, is my arms, Rebekah hasn’t touched them a lot.

“Okay, time’s up, come out.” Rebekah tells me. I quickly exit the bathroom; she grabs my arm, and starts pushing me out of the hotel room. “You’re not going to freak, we’re going to the mall, I’m going to call the press, and they’re going to watch me shot you.” She walks me down to her car which looks completely different then that truck which should be sold calling it; ‘A-made-for-kidnapping-truck’. This vehicle is a black Mercedes Benz. She pushes me into the passenger seat, and I do up my seatbelt.

I’ve got about thirty minutes until I die. Oh joy, almost time to die.

(A/N omg that dream! What do you thinks going to happen? Will Harry try and save her? Or will he even be there at all?)