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Chapter 4

A/N: I haven't really been editing my stories because I'm a lazy bum. So please excuse the mistakes.

Niall's P.O.V

When the film had finished, Liam and Niall headed off to bed. Harry and Louis had texted Liam to say they wouldn't be back until later, as they decided that a bit of partying would cheer up Zayn.

Niall lay there thinking about what has happened that day. Liam had not spoken much, but then there wasn't much to say. Niall wished that he could confess his feelings to Liam, but he didn't want to ruin their friendship.

Eventually sleep took over his body, and Niall was snatched away from consciousness by the nightmare.

*Dream*
Niall was on the train again. He could see the silhouettes, and this time the train went further and he could make out their features if he squinted.

In the middle was a masked man, he was not bound to the tracks like the shadows

On the right was a cluster of mothers and children. The children were young, all of them wailing, crying for comfort. The mothers were weeping into their hands, some of them pleading, and some of them praying.

On the left was a strong looking man. The man looked sad, a sadness that you'd have at the loss of a loved one. The man looked familiar. As Niall studied their features, he realised with a shock that he did know this person.

Liam Payne.

*End of dream*

"So how's Zayn?" Asked Niall. Louis looked up briefly before bashing his head back on the table. Harry had drunk less than Louis, as his response was actually understandable.

"He's alright, just a bit miffed." Mumbled Harry, before joining Louis in bashing his head back on the table. Niall got a bowl and spoon out for his cereal. (A/N: I apologise for the vague cereal making description but let's be honest, you know how to make cereal. If you have never had cereal, you have lived a deprived life.)