I'll do anything for you (Alsmiffy x reader)

Flames... memories...

You sat at home, contemplating. 

Time passed... drifting.

'Did you know him?'

'Alex Smith... Alex Smith... Alex Smith...'

'You're not related... are you?'

'Alex Smith... Alsmiffy... Smith... WHO ARE YOU?'

Thoughts circled around your head, aching your brain.

By the time you snapped out of 'I'm thinking too hard that my brain is starting to fry like a chip' mode, you'd already begun drifting off.

You lifted your body off a mattress... it looked nothing like your bed. Confused, you stood up to investigate your different surroundings. As soon as your feet shuffled out of the door, a raging fire was heading your way... fast. 

Suddenly, a soft, acoustic tune resonated in your ears. You looked around for the source.

You didn't know how to react.

Smith sat on a raised mattress in the opposite room, in full view. Holding his guitar, he started playing a beautiful chord progression. He began singing.

"I'll do anything for you... I'll do anything for you... I'll do anything for you... I'll do anything for you..."

As soon as you reached your arm out, the fire unkindly reminded you of its existence and life-threatening properties. 

Next to Smith, a box of highly flammable shit was positioned. The fire crept closer to both of you. 

Yet, Smith continued to play his guitar and sing his amazing song.

"I did everything for you... I did everything for you..."

"S...Smith!" You attempted to warn him, unable to reach him physically. Every time you tried, something held you back firmly.

"I did everything for you... Ellie."

Suddenly, his body was enveloped by the raging flames as you watched in horror. 

"SMITH!"

The flames approached you. They halted a few inches from your face. "You left me to die."

Immediately, an explosion occurred, sending you flying alongside the glass from the shattered window. You were falling... falling...

"Smith!" You shot up, panting heavily until you started finally realising your surroundings. "That... that was a fucking dream?!"

You stood up, unable to comprehend the more-realistic-than-reality nightmare you'd just experienced. You draped your winter coat over your shoulders and slipped on a pair of boots before taking a calming walk outside.

Ten minutes later and you were sat on a metal park bench at 4am, worn out from the cold British air. Suddenly, a silhouette of a figure sat beside you.

"Can't sleep?" A familiar voice rang.

"Hannah?" You sighed relief when her face became fully in view. "Jeeeesus... I thought you were gonna kill me."

"--Or you just enjoying the fucking freezing temperatures?" She finished, ignoring your comments.

You sighed, taking her words seriously, "I had a nightmare."

"Cliche much." She chuckled before returning to her tone before. "What happened?"

"Uh... ok... I was in this tattered apartment thing... and... there was a house fire. Smith was sat in the opposite room, playing his fucking guitar as if there was no fire that was going to kill us both. I was screaming at him, trying to warn him. Every time i did so, the flames would speed up. But Smith didn't give two shits... Just carried on with his song. The flames swallowed him whole and came to me. They whispered 'you left me... you bitch' or something like that. Then... there was a fucking massive explosion and I was falling.... now... I'm here at 4am contemplating my life.

Hannah stared in shock. After the story Smith had told her, regardless of whether she believed everything he'd said at the time, Ellie's dreamed sealed the deal. Sure, Hannah had no idea whether the 'traumatic experience' Smith and Ellie had endured was a house fire or not but everything was stunningly coincidental at this point... Or was it?

"Hannah? You ok?"

She snapped back to reality. "Ellie, do you remember what you did on your 14th birthday?"

You looked down, thinking long and hard. "No." You finally mustered, "My memories are blurry."

"Just remember, Ellie, dreams aren't only fragments of our imagination."

"What?" You stared at her, utterly confused. "Are you saying Smith died in a house fire? Because that seems... unlikely..."

"Look at me. If you remember anything... anything at all..."

"I... will."