In this Moment

Chapter Eleven

*****Rachel's POV*****

~~~~Dream~~~~

I walked and walked, for what seemed like forever. I was in a large room or place, all there was to see was white. White ground, white floor, white sky. There was some sort of sound. I couldn't make out what it was saying. It was faint and dreary.I couldn't tell if they were calling for something, or some one.

I continued to walk, and soon enough a sidewalk appeared in front of me. It was gray and boring, and just like the white walls, it seemed to go on forever.

A few feet in front of me a green and grayish mist appear. I hesitantly walk towards it, slowly I reached my hand out to touch it. The voice started to sound again, and it was coming from the mist.

A figure start to form from the mist, but at the same time everything seemed to be getting blurry. Everything was fading, I no longer saw white or gray or green. I saw black, empty black.

~~~~~End of Dream~~~~

I awoke to hot breathes lightly puffing against my neck, then I remembered, Niall. I was suddenly aware of his arms wrapped around me, and was comfortable with it. But I also became aware of how hungry I was. I stealthily maneuvered out of his grasp, and was nearly about to open the door when I heard a thick and raspy Irish voice behind me.

"Ye know, you're not very good at being quiet." He smirked from where he was sitting up in bed.

"Sorry." I apologized as he got out of bed, and walk to the door I was standing at.

"It's alright." He chuckled.

We both walked down stairs to see all the boy minus Zayn awake. Zayn was still in the same spot on the floor by the door. I walked down the steps and greeted everyone with a good morning. I was at the last three steps when my two left feet tripped me and I fell down the stairs. Everyone gasped, and I quickly got up from the floor.

"I'm ok, I'm good, I'm good." I said brushing myself, trying to play it off, but everyone just laughed at me.

"You know that's not the first time I've fallin, and it sure as heck wouldn't be the last." I said while plopping down on the empty couch. Harry, Liam, and Louis were all giggling on the other couch.

"What?" I questioned.

"You did your super American accent again." Louis giggle.

"Sure, I'm American, and I talk funny." I sassed.

"Wow, those American's are quite feisty, with their accents and all." Harry joked.

I sat there and pouted, giving them the silent treatment to get them to stop. And also because it was fun to mess with them. Niall came over and sat pretty close next to me and put an arm around my shoulder as he spoke.

"I think her accent is adorable." he said with his own very prominent.

My whole face light up when he said those words. Me and my stupid accent, adorable? He sure thought so. I turned to face the rest of the boys and everyone of the their faces were different. Liam was looking at us like he longing for his relationship back but also happy. Louis was surprised that Niall would ever say that my accent was better than his. And Harry looked....angry? He was staring at Niall in disgust, and envy? What's going on?

"Well who's hungry?" Liam asked breaking the silence. "Cause I made bacon!"

As soon as I heard the word bacon, I jumped from my seat on the couch and ran into the kitchen. I ran over to the plate stacked with bacon, I took an empty plate and began to stack it with bacon, and flapjacks.