Believe In Me (One Direction FanFic)

*Only In Dreams*

*Hal's P.O.V*

With a blink of an eye you can allow yourself to forget or remember something, any second in your life.

It was the 28th time I had kissed Liam Payne. Yes, The Real Liam Payne. The 16th, was a late night after a horrid argument with my mom.

Ok maybe I started that one.

Liam's almost plum coloured lips. After a religious debate with Derek my mature brother, was the 5th. Liam's cute button nose. Then the 20th was too early of a morning with no sleep after cleaning up my 'Charlie Sheen' Brother, Ryan's vomit. The 6th was just waking up to have a great morning.

Liam's dark mysterious eyes that swirled with mixtures of chocolate, staring back at me. The 9th time was after I had the best time at Emma's house watching every one direction interview ever while having massive Liam feels. Liam's neck, Liam's anatomically correct heart shaped birthmark. As the cold over kissed poster was just a quarter of an inch away from my face, I multitasked and turned off the light.

To help me sleep at night that was the 24th. This kiss had to be perfect and meaningful! The 17th was when I finished writing a rant about how nothing ever goes right. Liam's curly haired past. Seeing how badly he was hurting during the break up of him and Danielle. I kissed him the 1st time while praying to God that he'd get her back or someone who made him truly happy...blink.

My eyelashes united and married my eyes closed. Through with the thoughts telling me deep down I wished it was me. I just can't let myself be selfish right now, definitely not a good look.

I had this belief, even before I had seen him in concert; just kissing that photo of his would make me feel better, even after everything is bad and tasteless. That kissing him can make me believe everything can get better. Even if its only poster paper...Then I blinked these eyes of mine, open. I hopped into bed and got on twitter.

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My chest cavity ached I imagine this would be the feeling I would have after being resuscitated by a defibrillator. My throat pained along with my heart with every breath I stole. Leaving my insides to burn cold.

How long did I sleep?

Rubbing at my eyes. I rolled over to lay on my back the curtains were open. I guess I left them like that last night. Letting the rays of warmth shower over me. I laced my fingers tightly as I raised my arms over my head. Letting my hands nestle into the curve of my neck. Laying in my room just enjoying the morning on a regular summer day.

The cool breeze coming through the vents as the a/c turned on. Brushing every inch of my flesh. Along with the chill running its tiny little hands up my spine, growing bigger along the way till my goosebumps grab my scalp.

I couldn't help but glide my eyes down to my great yellow background poster of Liam. Pinned right next to my poster of all the boys. Deciding in my head if I should get up. I'm hungry I need to get up. But I was too comfortable. No stay its so warm.

Unusually my body was numb. I could barely lift a finger to light a candle so that my room smelled like roses.

Arguing whether the violet Christmas lights should go over the posters or under to illuminate their faces. The a/c furiously burst between six of those metal slabs. Quickly my eyes shot toward Harry Liam Louis Zayn and Niall that sat right underneath the lively bursting vent. The edge of the paper flying and flapping around, Gone with the wind.

I laid there as my hands laced tighter looking at 98% of the one direction banner. As the other 2% had a brain of its own.

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