Truths And Dares

Chapter 3

I spent a lot of time at Rhys house over the next few weeks. It was nice there. I didn't feel pressured to remember things about the tour I went on. I just felt like the me I'd become.
I had seen that women again several times in the past weeks. I didn't mention it to anyone. Not even when the dreams started.

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It was about four am. I had woken up from one of the nightmares. I was sure that I was visibly shaking. I was sat in the kitchen at the island, sipping from a glass of water.
"What you doing up?" Someone asked.
"I needed a drink," I lied turning around to see Luke.
"If I were dad that would've worked. I can see you're shaking right now. And it's not because you're cold," he scalded me. I froze. How well did the four boys know me.
"I had a bad dream that's all. I'll get over it," I mumble.
"Is it the first," he asked.
I paused.
"No," I admitted I bowed my head in shame. This was weak. I didn't want to be perceived as weak.
"What about," Luke asked sitting himself next to me.
"I don't know. A woman I suppose. No older than forty. I've seen her around town once or twice,"  I mumble.
"Lucy," he sighed,"Do you want Harry to come?" He asked. I thought about it. Harry. The name ran a bell and I could match it with a face. My foster brother.
"Are you sure. He's my foster brother," I told him. Then I clicked with the pictures of one direction.
"Harry. Harry Styles," I added.
"You're remembering stuff," Luke smiled and kissed my cheek,"Not all of it brilliant but some stuff is good," he whispered.
"Do you mean do you want me to stop remembering," I asked him. Luke's eyes looked at my own. The blue eyes boring into my soul. As if looking for the right answer.
"No," he replied carefully before adding, "I think Harry needs to come," he mumbled. I didn't want to press him for details. I finally got a glass of water for myself. Luke watched me.
"Yes," I asked. Annoyed at him sorta.
"You should go back to bed," he replied.
"I kinda know I won't sleep again tonight," I admitted.
"Okay. Then hang out in my room with me," he said. Pulling on my hand. He lead me to his room.

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I woke up in a tangle of legs and bedsheets. A pair of arms were wrapped around my waist. I felt breath on my neck. I wriggled out of the grip. I looked at the hugger. And saw Luke. I pushed him gently. He awoke with a start. He was frantic at first but he saw how calm I was and relaxed.
"I need to go out today. You going to Rhys'. I'm willing to drive you there," He sounded groggy and tired.
"No. I can walk or not go at all," I told him.
"Are you sure," he asked. I fixed my eyes on his blue ones.
"Yes," I told him. I didn't want him to have to spend time with me after me sleeping on his bed. God it sounded wrong when you put it like that. I got up and left Luke. I was confused it was the fist time I slept after a nightmare. What did I tell them. How much about me did he know. How much did any of them know.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair a dirty blond. Parts of it were lighter than other. I'm pretty sure it was sun bleached or whatever. My skin the colour of, I don't know. I was tanned. A nice tanned. Like one of the girls on a magazine cover. I like it. I was a pretty girl. But little did I know what that day would hold for me.