Angels & Demons--Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Part 1

"Tori! Victoria wake up!"

My eyes suddenly flash open.

I quickly sit up, choking and gasping for air as I try to come to my senses. Dylan moves closer to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders tightly. His light brown eyes watch me with concern as I try to control my breathing.

"Are you okay? I could hear you screaming from downstairs..." Dylan says quietly, his voice filled with worry.

"Yeah, I uh...I guess I was having a nightmare..." I reply, my voice slightly hoarse from feeling as if I was being choked only moments before.

"Must have been one hell of a nightmare...I couldn't get you to wake up..."

I close my eyes, only to have images of the man's black eyes flash through my mind. I shake my head slightly, hoping that the horrific images from my nightmare disappear from my thoughts quickly.

"You sure you're okay?" Dylan asks me as he gently brushes a strand of hair from my face.

I nod my head, even though deep down, I am terrified. It all seemed so real...every detail, every emotion...every feeling of despair and fear that I felt seemed real. I can't seem to shake the feeling that it was a sign...a sign that something terrible is going to happen.

"I'm gonna go finish making breakfast downstairs...are you packed and ready to go? We have to meet the others by noon..." He states quietly, not pressing the subject of my nightmare any further.

"Yeah, I packed last night. I just have to shower and get ready." I answer him, his light brown eyes meeting mine as I look up at him. His lips lift into a soft smile, and I can't help but smile in return.

"Alright. I'll be downstairs if you need anything." He smiles before kissing my forehead softly and leaving my room.

Dylan and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. He has always been one of the very few constants in my life...especially when at times it seemed like my whole world was crashing down. When we were younger, we would get mistaken to be brother and sister...maybe it was because we both have dark brown hair and brown eyes? I don't know...but now that we are older, everyone insists that we would make the most perfect couple. Im sure the idea of us being together has crossed Dylan's mind...but, the idea of us being together scares the hell out of me.

I've always had a problem with trust and a fear of love; I can't tell you why exactly...maybe because I've lost so many people that I loved at such a young age? Truthfully, I can't imagine going through life without Dylan in it. I know that love and relationships can ruin a friendship like mine and Dylan's...and I'm not willing to risk that, whether he agrees with me or not.

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"Tori!? Are you ready yet!?" Dylan yells from downstairs just as I'm heading out my bedroom door. I'll admit, I took a bit longer than needed in the shower...only because I was trying to relax from the terrible nightmare I had just woken up from.

Dylan appears at the bottom of the stairs as I'm walking down, dragging my suitcase noisily behind me.

"I'll hurry and load the car...Chase has already called three times asking where we are..." Dylan states as he takes my bags. I can't help but laugh at how Dylan is trying his best not to show how annoyed he is; he's always been overly polite and mindful not to hurt my feelings.

"Sorry...I had forgotten to pack a few things last night." I lie as he opens the front door.

"Okay. Well, I made breakfast for you...it's on the table in the kitchen..."