Dreamer (Larry Stylinson) - EN

Chapter 6 - Mr. Styles

I leave Liam's office and come to mine, Niall's not here.

The work which was needed to be done only took a little of time, so I sit deeper to the armchair and because I didn't sleep well today, my eyelids start to close slowly.

I appeared standing on some street and I saw Harry running in front of me. Not hasitating a second I started to follow him. He accelerated up and I tried to stick wis his pace.

I wasn't breathing heavilly and I didn't feel any burning pain in my lungs, but still, Harry's speed was increasing and I couldn't catch up with him.

He was running into random aisles trying to get rid of me. I felt tears rolling down my face, tears of despair. Everytime I got faster, he got two times faster.

Suddenly, he stopped, in the middle of his sprint, and stayed standing still. I didn't slow down at all, my furious pace ended when I bumped into him.

His eyes were dark, saying nothing. I ran over his face with my fingertips like I was making sure it was truly him.

Instinctively, without a second of thinking about it, I grabed his hand and started walking. I knew exactly where to go.

„Don't worry I'll show you the way. That's why you stopped, correct? You didn't know where to go." Harry was standing there with fear in his eyes, but after my words, he started walking very slowly and hesitantly.

We walked down the street hand-in-hand and stopped in front of a big black gate overgrown with Wild Rose so we couldn't see what was behind it.

„Are you sure?" I asked him taking the iron handle when he nodded. I let him go first and followed.

A strange current wind came out of nowhere and at the same time disappeared.

I almost fall down from my chair.

Niall smiles slightly, when noticing me rubbing my eyes. „What was that dream about?"

„I don't know, most likely nothing interesting." I lie, remembering every single one detail. Where are the times I used to not remember any of my dreams? Life was so much easier back then. The cell phone on my desk rings and I pick it up without hesitating.

„Tonight I'm participating a very important event, exactly at seven o'clock my car picks you up at your house. Be prepared and dressed appropriately. For the rest of today, you have time off, until seven."

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I'm nervously steping aside of my house and searching for a car, which is supposed to appear at any moment. It is clear that my lift is here, when a bright light irradiates the street and I hear a luxury engine sound.

We're driving for several minuts until the driver stops and gestures me to get off. I am immediately occupied of the flashes of cameras. They are not meant for me but they catch my face anyway.

I look around surprised, when he said 'important event', I pictured some rich-ass businessmans gathering, but this just took my breath away.

People are crowding around the red carpet, in the middle of it all is standing this actor, who's name is unknown to me, altough I'm seeing his face in TV shows quite regularly. The famous hosts and others cannot be missing.

I am standing in the center of that stage, turning back to ask the driver where should I go, but he isn't there anymore. I infer that Harry will be by my side just in few minutes and we'll walk in together through the second entrance.