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When he has a nightmare where you die

When he has a nightmare where you die

Liam:

The room was still dark when you woke up, an unwelcome jolt bringing you back to your senses. Your eyes flitted across the room, but Liam's arms were encasing you tightly. He had thrown himself against you, clinging to your body without any indication that he took into account how it affected you. He snuggled up against your shoulder, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. "Liam?" you asked after him, requiring an explanation for such behavior.

"You're breathing," his voice had a smile in it.

"That's uh... pretty standard..." you replied, confusion tinting your voice. "You could say it's a habit."

"But just a minute ago you weren't!"

"And in another minute I won't be able to," you choked out, finally noticing how tight his grip on you had become. It was becoming rather difficult to breathe. He released you instantly, apologizing though it was clear the thought hadn't crossed his mind. "Now, what was this about me not breathing?" you turned onto your side to get a better look at him.

"You died!" he stared at you with wide eyes, his hands flying up in an exaggerated gesture. You were surprised to see him so wide-awake and enthusiastic in the middle of the night. He must have gotten really terrified.

"You must have been dreaming," you informed him, voice almost bored.

"Well, yes, I know that now," he rolled his eyes at you, as if it weren't obvious. To be blunt, you weren't entirely sure if it was obvious to him though. He was acting a little weird. "But I'm telling you now," he cleared his throat and looked at you sternly. "You're not allowed to die unless you ask me first."

You stared at him, an eyebrow automatically lifting. "I have to ask your permission to kick the bucket?"

"That's right," he nodded, matter-of-factly with a resolute look on his face. "And I'm always going to tell you it's not okay."

"I really don't think you're going to be able to stop death," you laughed, falling onto your back again and pulling the sheets up to your neck. You wiggled yourself into the mattress to make yourself comfortable. Suddenly he was above you, his arms on either side of your head as he held himself there.

"Sure I can! Haven't you heard that true love conquers all?" He gave you a stupid grin and you couldn't stop the same look spread over your face. You pushed yourself off the mattress for a second to press your lips to his quickly before falling back down.

"Go to bed," you commanded, a giggle in your voice as you pushed him back on the bed. "You're acting goofy."

Louis:

You heard a voice say your name in the distance, but your confusion prevented you from acting upon it. And then it came again, and again, each time a bit louder. Finally a pressure on your shoulder caused your eyes to shoot open and the shock of reality set in, surprised that you had been dreaming. Your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest, the way it always did when you were shaken awake unexpectedly.

You looked around, expecting to find some sort of emergency situation. The only thing your eyes met was Louis with his head on the pillow, staring at you intently. It was only a moment before your heart returned to its normal pace, a long breath escaping you. You lifted an eyebrow at him, waiting for a reason behind his actions. His voice was monotone and definite when he spoke. "You're never allowed to go skydiving, got it?"

You stared at him with an open mouth, both horrified and confused. "You woke me up for that?"

"Promise?" he lifted his eyebrows at you, using a tone your mother used to use to scold you. You set your lips together in a tight line.