I Dream A Dream

Chapter 2: Attraction

Poof. The moment had gone within a millisecond, I was now in a familar place. My own home. My mum and her. Sitting, laughing and now pointing at me and smiling.

"Baby come here"

She pats the spare seat beside her. Eyes observe my every move. Sitting, she lays a hand on my thigh. Everytime she makes contact with me, it does these things to me.

"My baby is growing up so fast"

My mum holds onto my lover's shoulder. I smile, not knowing what's happening, but the feeling of wanting to know grows inside of me.

"So what were my two favourite girls talking about?"

I smile, trying not to show my desperation.

"Don't act like you don't know Harry."

She scrunches up her face, making herself look adorable, and she succeeds. I laugh, giving the impression that I have an actual clue.

"Anyone hungry?"

My mum asks as she heads toward the kitchen. I looked at her tummy. Big, round, and beautiful. She was still pregnant. Questions rise in my mind,

"Haven't we asked when our little one arrives?"

I rest a hand on the big bump.

"You're joking right?"

She gives off a false laugh. She notices that I was being serious.

"Baby, tomorrow is the due date."

Her glare was hard.

"Gotchaaa!"

I shocked her and made a deep chuckle. Gesturing the 'phew' action, she hit my chest lightly. My mum walked in with a plate full of nachos and tacos, my favourite.

"Hungry?"

She had rested the two plates full of deliciousness on her palms. I hummed in delight.

"It's on the table Harry, take it yourself."

I woke up to find myself outside in the garden of my mum's house.

"Wasn't I just on the tour bus?"

My voice broke.

"Yeah, we tried waking you up sweetheart, but you wouldn't wake so I and Gem had to carry you here, because we have to keep a cautious eye on you. You know what crazy things your fans do."

My mum sounded worried as she spoke those last few words. I chuckled at her words. My mum left to get more drinks for me and Gemma, and just then, the sight of a small white ball was glued on the side of my neck.

"SPIT BALL FIGHT SUCKER!"

Gemma shouted.

"Oh you're on!"

I challenged with a smirk on my face;

"Y'know what sucks? A spit ball poking your eye!"

I blew the other end of the straw as the little daring ball fired at my sister.

"Bullseye!"

I spoke and poked my tongue out.

"Uh Harry, Gemma, stop please"

My mum yelled. Mum hated our play fights, especially spit ball, she found it utterly gross. Me and Gemma laughed at each other, whilst poking our tongues at each other. Gem had sat on my lap and I cuddled her from behind, oh I love how my sister and I are so chill and always getting along. The best sibling but the most annoying I would say!

After the little picnic outside my garden, I couldn't help but think about the girl in my dreams. Desperation filled me. I needed, wanted, must know more about her. For starters, her name, and why I love her so much, not just in my dreams but even outside my visions. It's like I can breathe her, like she is in my very own soul or even a part of it. It was like I knew her, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Maybe from a sudden catch-of-the-eye meeting? Or a brief encounter at a holiday? Or even a nursery friend? But whatever it was, it was special, so special that every time I dream, it's of her.