Games {Narry AU}

004

'See You in Your Dream'

~Niall~

It's night time, and I'm outside. I don't know why, nor how. But it's warm, a nice breeze blown about, ruffling leaves and tousling my hair. I run my hands through my hair, well at least I try, but I can't see my hands. My feet invisible as well, but I see through clear windows that are eyes. But they're not mine. My head begins to throb and my vision blurs.

But I'm in my room now, I'm sitting on my bed and Jacob is beside me.

"I decided it would be safer to see you in your dreams," Jacob says, absent-mindedly fiddling with my duvet. I scrunch up my nose and look at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

"People can't see me so they'll think you're talking to yourself," he explains, resting his hands on his knees. I just nod and sniff, suddenly feeling a burning sensation in my arse.

"Well, you pop up in my dreams so what do you need from me," I ask my conscience. He sighs and flops onto my bed, bringing his arms behind his head.

"This Harry guy... bad news. If I were you, I would throw those dreams of a future with him into the endless pit of failed relationships," he mutters, glancing at me briefly. I snort and make a move to stand but my feet are glued to the floor. Then my head's hurting and my eyes are opening.

**

I sit up in bed cursing under my breath at the fact that I left my blinds open. The sunshine seems to intensify my already blooming headache, they seem to be common now. I slowly make my way out of my safe haven, hearing joints pop and bones click.

The feeling of being in someone else's body seems to linger, barely present. But it's there. I feel heavy, like lead, but at the same time light. The feeling stirs an unknown reaction in the pit of my stomach. I drag myself over to the kitchen where Zayn is standing, hunched over the stove. I plop myself down on the couch and let out a groan.

"Mate, you alright?" Zayn says, I can't tell if he's looking at me or not.

"Yeah, just a little under the weather's all," I mutter, flicking on the television. I glance at the spot next to me and see Jacob with his legs crossed and propped on the coffee table. I turn around briefly and see Zayn had left to his room.

"Why are you here I literally just saw you," I say, forcing my eyes to stay open.

"Eh, I have nothing else to do," he hums, glancing from the t.v., to me, and then back to the t.v.

"Well can you leave please, I don't need your negativity," I spit, my headache slowly fading. I smile in relief but immediately remember what he said to me. How in the world could Harry be bad for me?

"Fine, but I'm sure you'll need the comfort later," he said disappearing from his spot. I reach under the couch and claw until I feel the cold metal of my laptop. I flip it open and type in 'seeing the conscience'.

I scroll until a certain link catches my eye; 'good or bad conscience?' The link says it's a psychology site so I decide it could be useful.

"It is impossible to see the conscience," I mumble, reading aloud, "however, it is possible that your brain can form a living person or animal that shows up in your times of distress, or during your lowest point. Don't confuse the bad with the good. The bad conscience can be deceiving making you bel-"

The laptop is shut abruptly and when I look up, a smiling Harry is standing with a large smile on his face. I smile back but silently wonder how he got in.

"Hey, Harry what are you doing here?" I ask getting up and stretching my back.

"I thought I would come over and we could do a movie marathon or something," Harry states excitedly, taking a seat next to where I was previously sitting. I giggle (yes, I said it) and plop down next to him before scrolling through on demand movies.