The nightmare [Ziall] **ON HOLD**

Chapter two

Zayn's POV

I'm stuck there, not being able to move my feet. I know how strange this might seem to the boy in front of me, even though he look quite surprised too. 

"S-sorry.." I stutter before I nod to my teacher and start running down the hallway. My head is dizzy. The Irish boy from my dream was standing right in front of me. He was older than in my dream, looked about my age, but that was definitely him. 

What the hell is happening? I dream about a boy in need of help and then, out of nowhere, that boy shows up at my school. This can't be real. 

I manage to find the exit door and get out of the school in less than a second. I have tears in my eyes and my heart is beating really fast. A dream was supposed to be a fragment of my imagination. I think I'm going nuts.

I need to go home. I don't want to stay here any longer. 

"Zayn! Wait!" I hear Harry screaming behind me, but I just keep running. I don't know what to believe any longer. I don't want to sound crazy either. 

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"What are you doing home so early, Zayn?" my mum asks me when I step inside the house.

"Erm.. I-I.. I ran?" I answer.

"You ran. Zayn, are you hiding something from me?".

"What? No no no , really, I ran. I have to keep myself fit.". I wouldn't believe myself either, but I think she did, because she stops asking. I take the opportunity and run upstairs to my bedroom. I get my pencils and my notebook and start sketching something in it. Drawing always makes me feel better. I start with a pair of colorless eyes, and then the mouth and the nose. A messy hair completes my drawing. I put my pencil down and realise what or who I was drawing. That boy. Ugh. I can't believe drawing couldn't get my mind off him. If only I could-

"Zayn?" I hear my mum calling my name. She knocks on my door and then cracks it open. "Zayn, we have a guest.".

A guest? We don't have guests in this time of the year. Who could possibly visit us right now? It's not even Christmas.

I stand up, take another look in the mirror and then go downstairs. I'm halfway down the stairs, when I hear a man's laugh, which I don't recognize.

"Oh Zayn, you're finally here." my mum greets me. "Do you remember this man?".

"I-I d-don't think so, no." I say awkwardly.

"That's what I though so. He was our neighbour years ago, before we moved.".

The man finaly gets up from his seat and shakes my hand.

"Zayn, it's been a while.". His voice is husky and low and I swear, I smelt both alcohol and cigarette smoke when he talked.

"Y-yeah, I guess..". 

"Zayn, you used to play with his son everyday when you were little.".

"His son?" I say, not understanding who she is referring to.

"Yeah, come here, son." my mum says and looks inside our kitchen. Is someone else here? I look at my feet, feeling a little embarrassed that I don't remember the man standing right in front of me, when my mum comes out of the kitchen with a blond boy. Blond boy.. Oh god.

"Zayn, this is Niall. Niall, Zayn.". My eyes are wide and confused and I feel like fainting. What is this boy doing in my house? Who is this boy and why don't I remember him at all? He looks a little confused too, but he gives me a little wave and then sits back on his seat.

"Why don't you boys go to Zayn's room and catch up a little?". Oh mum, what a great idea!

"Urm.. yeah, sure. C-come.." I tell to the blond boy - Niall, I think-. He follows me to my room. I am about to open the door, when I remember something.

"Oh, no! Don't go in!" I say a little too loud, and he seems scared right now. Too scared.

"Y-you ok? Sorry for shouting.." I apologise. 

"I-I'm fine." He says, even though he still looks panicked.

"I'll be right back." I bite my lip and go inside. My drawing is on the bed, exactly where I let it. I grab it and hide it somewhere under my bed.

"You can come in now." And he does. He sits on one of the chairs in my room and stares at the floor. This awkward silence goes on for about 5 minutes, when i decide to interrupt it.

"So, NIall, right?".

"Right." He states, without rising his head to look at me.

"Right.." I repeat. I decide to stop talking to him. I tried, If he doesn't want to talk to me, then I won't bother him. But is he mad at me? Is he mad that I don't remember him? Were we really that close? I don't know..  I stare at the ceiling and think. Some of my questions got an answer.. Like why do I dream this boy. That's because I met him before. He's older now, but he still has those adorable eyes like the boy in my dream. His blond hair is still shin-.. Wait what? This is really strange, what the hell , Zayn? Wake up!

I look at Niall again, but he is still staring in space. What is this boy thinking? Is he upset? Should I remember him? Why did i forget him? One thing I know for sure. I have to find out.

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Yeaaaaaah, so another chapter. Sooo sorry for being so lazy, but I promise, I'll update my stories more often from now on. Soo what do you think? Did you like it? Kinda liked it? Sorta.. Maybe just a little? Let me know ;)