Dream Or Reality?[In Editing]

17: Dreaming My Birthday!*Edited*

"Louis!" I gasped, hands covering my mouth as Louis clutched his knee in obvious pain, forehead pressed on the ground. The opposing football player had crashed into him just as he was kicking the ball, resulting to him falling to the ground in pain.

I jerked up into a sitting position, eyes wide. I groaned, I've been having that nightmare for a few nights now, always waking up into a cold sweat, not quite believing that Louis was HURT.

I shielded my eyes from the burning sunlight, now realizing that it was morning.

Which meant...

Its my birthday today! I smiled happily to myself, sliding my legs around the side of the bed.

Nineteen. I'm nineteen today. Today!

I walked over to my closet, pulling out some undergarments, a dark red t-shirt and some shorts, followed by my pair of sneakers. I wasn't really going anywhere special today, anyways.

I skipped into the bathroom, tugging my clothes off and stepped into the cold shower, which immediately wiped my thoughts away of Louis in pain. I grabbed the shampoo, squirting some on the palm of my hand, and scrubbed.

My thoughts wandered as I washed up. Its been days since we'd been at Kat's house. Days since Louis was supposed to tell me whatever he was saying.

The past events brought up so many memories that I would remember always. Days where I just wished I could pause and stay in that moment forever. Days and moments between Louis and I..

"No, kick like this, step forward a bit for a little force, and kick as hard as you can in the direction you want." Louis demonstrated, kicking the ball hard into the goal.

"Harry, I told you to try and stop the ball!" Louis said frustratedly at the stock-still figure that was Harry, "Kick it back, away from the goal!

"How do you expect me to do that? You should've told me what we were doing today!" Harry responded, equally frustrated.

"Hey, its not my fault that you chose to wear those absurdly skinny jeans!"

"Its not my fault you never told me what we were gonna do!"

Niall blew the whistle hard, and my hands immediately covered my ears, "Guys! You're getting off-track! The sooner Lou finishes teaching Mimi, the sooner we get to play, alright?"

They both mumbled assents. Liam got the ball and kicked it over back to Louis.

"Okay, remember, one step forward for force and KICK!"

I kicked as he ordered me to, shutting my eyes as I did. My leg flew forward, completely missing the ball and landing hard on my leg and back. I groaned frustratedly and opened my eyes.

Louis was standing above me, chuckling a bit but worry was clear as the day, swimming in his blue eyes, "Are you okay?"

"My back hurts, my leg bent behind me, otherwise fine!" I said sarcastically, struggling to get my leg in proper position.

"Woah, your leg is BEHIND you?"

"No I cut it off." I stated in monotone, "Now are you gonna help me or what?"

A voice that was quite far away but audible enough to be understood said, "Say; or what." Harry joked.

"Shush shush shush!" Louis ordered, still staring intently at me, or rather, my leg, "Y-you're FLEXIBLE?"

I shrugged, and winced in pain at the slightest movement of my shoulder, "Yeah, I joined dance club so I'm pretty flexible."

"Thats so cool!" He gushed.