Over Again [z.m.]

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I felt like my life was a lie.

Everything that happened- what I thought happened- never actually happened. I had to have some stupid disease that gave me weird nightmares that felt so long. I don't know why I had to be cursed by this. It muddled up my memories and I couldn't remember if Zayn actually had BPD, if Harry was actually one of my best friends, or if X-Factor was even a real show.

I was too scared to try and find out.

I thought maybe this was a do over at life first, but I was starting to think it was literally just all in my head. Maybe I'm psychic?

...Nah, that's reaching a bit.

"Ali? Harry is on the phone," my head shot up and I immediately took the landline from her.

"Harry? It's so good to hear your voice," I breathed deeply and relished in hearing his voice that hasn't finished going through puberty. It was adorable.

"Hey Als, your mum told me you had another nightmare... Sorry about that. Want me to come over a-"

"No!" I cut him off. He stopped talking and I could just imagine him twiddling with the end of his long hair like he usually does when he thinks- wait, I'm thinking about my 2015 version of Harry... This Harry is still youngish with not as long hair or any of the same habits as my minds version.

Wait. How old am I? Has that changed too?

"...Als?" I snapped back into reality and answered.

"Yeah? Sorry, I'm just really out of it." I tensed up a bit and continued, "I don't know how old I am Harry. I don't know what day it is, what year it is- nothing feels real."

Harry sighed.

"I know love. How about you call Ollie over-"

"No! I can't call him over!" Harry stopped mid-sentence and shook me with his next question.

"What? Why can't you call your boyfriend over?"

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