I'll Be Your Reality ~Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction~

Chapter One: Do You Even Exist?

Jessica's P.O.V

I dashed to my desk and pulled out some paper and a pen. I started carefully writing on the striped paper. My hand started shaking. I gripped my steady hand on it and squeezed. I groaned when the shaking wouldn't stop. I pounded my hand on my wood desk and it stopped. "There." I said in satisfaction.

I gently placed the tip of the pen on the paper. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened them and started writing.

Dear Louis,

Okay...First off, this is going to be a really crazy letter, so take a deep breath. I know you probably think I'm just a crazy fangirl, and maybe I am...But I had a dream...And it was more than a dream, well, it was a dream in itself but it seemed like reality. And I couldn't help that maybe you had the same dream too...My name is Jessica Wright. I have three older brothers, one by only two minutes. I like longboarding and oreos. I wrote a song with Ed Sheeran and it was on your album, it's titled 'Little Things'. You asked me to sing on stage and I did...But I never left the stage...You see, in my dream...I got shot, on stage. I don't know how you will react or how you will feel about this but...I think...Maybe...It was a sign. I don't know. Maybe I am just a crazy fangirl.

Sincerely,

Jessica

Aka Jessiki.

I scanned my eyes over the scribbled words to make sure everything was just right. I sighed. It was just a dream. I  crumpled up the letter and tossed it in the trash. It was just a dream, that's it. There's no way he had the same dream, it's impossible...

Or is it?

I jumped on my bed and opened my Mac. I started doing some research. 

"Is it possible to have a shared dream?" 

I clicked on the first link which led me to a video. I clicked it and watched. I scrolled down and started reading the comments.

"me and my best friend often dream about the same old woman chasing us. the weird thing is that we dream on the same night, and it's the same dream. we met about a year ago, and we've both been dreaming about her since we were like 5 years old."

That's just freaky...So it is possible?

I looked down and read another comment.

"I used to have this really interesting dream. I would travel the world, Paris, Hawaii, etc. But I was always with this girl, but she had no face. I always had this dream, every night I would be with this girl but in a different place. Six months later I met my now present wife. I told her about my dreams and she had been having the same dreams but she was with a faceless man."

I widened my eyes and my jaw dropped. This has got to be more than just a dream. I mean, this is getting creepy. Me, Jessica Wright and Louis Tomlinson?! Wow, that's some dream...

I closed the Mac and grabbed my phone from my desk. I clicked the little circle and checked the time. 4:20pm. I have an hour until the concert starts, I should probably get ready.

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Louis' P.O.V

I rubbed my hands through my ruffled hair. I lifted my head when I heard footsteps. I smiled when my curly-headed friend came in few. I stood up and stretched out my arms. Our eyes met only for a second, he shook his head and shoved me off. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Harry?" I asked. "What?!" He snapped as he turned around. "What happened?" I asked him. "As if you don't know." He scoffed as he turned his back to me and walked away. I thought for a moment and then realized what he meant. "Is this about Eleanor?" I asked him and he turned around once again. He sighed and I walked up to him. "Scott told me that you wanted time away from me so you got a girlfriend." He told me quietly. I hugged him "No Haz, that's not true. It's the fans..." I trailed off. He pushed away. "What about the fans?" He asked with his brows close. "They think there actually is a 'Larry Stylinson'." I told him.

He stomped his foot. "So is that why we can't hang out in public anymore?!" He asked loudly. I sighed and nodded. He stormed off. Later I heard yelling, I sat down on the floor and buried my face in my hands. Why couldn't I go back to my dream?

"Louis!" Scott shouted. I lifted my head and slowly got up. I walked over to where he yelled. His face was red, very red. Oh Harry, what have you done. "Louis, in this concert I do not want to see any funny business between the two of you." He told me. I just looked at him. We can't even do a crazy prank together?! "Understood?!" He demanded. I sighed "Yes sir." I muttered. I looked at Harry, he looked disappointed. "Boys, the concert starts in ten minutes." Paul told us. I walked out of the room and Harry followed. I looked back and Scott held Harry. "By the way, don't follow Louis or touch him, at all." Scott muttered into his ear. I scoffed and continued walking. Harry slowly followed this time. 

Niall ran up to us and filled the gap between Harry and I, I suppose he was told to do so. "Hey mate, ready for the show?" He asked me with much excitement. I sighed "I guess so." I mumbled. I didn't hear any response. I looked back and Harry was whispering something to him. Whatever. 

I can't get Jessica out of my head though...What if she had the same dream? What if she'll be at the concert? Oh shut it, Lou, she probably doesn't even exist. "Louis! Harry!" Lou called us. I walked over to her and Harry once again slowly followed. She smiled at our arrival and we sat in our seats. She had an assistant do Harry's make-up. "So, you have a new girlfriend?" She asked me as she applied some weird lotion on my face. "Uh...I suppose." I muttered. She sighed and looked me in the eyes "Just make the best of it, it's gonna be hard." She told me. Yeah, way harder when you have a fictional character as a girlfriend in your head.

"Alrighty! Rock the show, boys!" She called as we left her little area. "Thanks Lou!" Harry called back. We got in line and waited for the count down. Scott came up to us and started counting with his fingers. Once his fingers were just now one, Liam rushed on stage, Zayn, Niall, Harry and I following. The crowd cheered. I searched the crowd for Jessica, or anyone that looks like her. I looked in the first few rows and didn't see any blonds that weren't caked in make-up. During one of the songs I took the opportunity to run across the stage to find people on the other side. My eyes scanned the crowd when they finally met the person I was searching for.

Jessica.

A/N OH SNAP! CLIFFHANGERR! XD Btw, if you didn't read 'Help, I'm Innocent' already, I would suggest doing so, this story would make a lot more sense if you did. VOTE/COMMENT/SHARE! ~Hannah