Lucid (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

Harry's P.O.V.

Once again I was awakened shivering and sweating. Another one of my horrible nightmares. I was again in the cabin in the woods. With her.

The girl.

I see her so vividly. Long golden brown hair that cascades down her back, and brushes along her waist.

She was once again lying on the floor. The blood surrounded her lifeless body. I didn't even know who she was but, everytime I saw her die, it felt as if she was, important.

But I haven't got any idea how. Every night I see her, every night is something different. But the feeling. it felt like I was actually there. I felt her warmth, her touch.

I've had dreams where everything's nice and simple, and also some dreadful ones. But we never spoke. My dreams were like Chaplin films.

I glanced at the clock next to my bed. 6:23, might as well get up. I've got to be at the studio at 9 anyways. I shivered out of bed, and let my bare feet join the cold wood flooring of my apartment.

I sleepily walked into the bathroom. I stripped down and entered the shower. The hot water felt good along my tensed skin.

My thoughts began drifting back to the girl. She looks like her name could be maybe.... Jane? I'm useless.

She's just a figment of my imagination.

She doesnt exist.

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I clicked the key, and unlocked the door to my black Range Rover. I began my slow ride to the studio. I have plenty of time on my hands.

The girl still didn't seem to leave my mind. Not even for a second. I couldn't stop. The images of her falling out of my grasp. Organs failing. Bones breaking.

My hands began to get clammy. I gripped the steering wheel hard. My knuckles turning white.

Her head hitting the floor dead. Her pulse stopped.

No.

"No, no ,no ,no no!", I said as I took my rage out on the wheel.

I was spun into oblivion. Until the pressure hit. Glass coming at me from all sides, tearing little scars into ny skin.

The airbag shot out. Then it came. Impact. Power. Hitting the side of my car.

I blacked out.