My Not So Ordinary Life

Chapter Nine

Inside, on the couch next to Dylan, my phone beeped. Harry ended up having it and gave it back to me after everyone else left.

From Dad:

"Will be home in two more days. Miss you. Hope you're having fun spending quality time with Dylan."

I send him a text back.

To Dad:

"I miss you too. Can't wait to see you, hope you guys are having fun! :)"

Then I remember what Zayn had said to me. About who I really am. I wonder if my dad ever knew about my real mom and who she was.

I text him again.

To Dad:

"Do you happen to know anything about mom's past?"

He took a while to reply, so I decided to scroll through my contacts to see if there's anyone interesting I can text.

I have to call Emma, but if I do, then she's going to try to force everything out of me. I don't want to have to deal with that.

I stop scrolling when I see a familiar name that I didn't realize was in my contact list.

Harry.

To Harry:

"You put your contact in my phone, huh?"

I get an instant response from him.

From Harry:

"How did I know you would search through your contacts and find me? ;)"

To Harry:

"You're just too smart :) Hey, I need to talk to you. Do you want to meet up somewhere?"

From Harry:

"Sure, love. Meet at Office Depot. We can look at paint for your walls."

To Harry:

"Ok. Leaving now."

I look up from my phone and at Dylan. I find him staring at me, and as soon as we made eye contact, he looked down at his hands in his lap, not paying attention to the television. He looks a little shaken up.

"Dylan?" He doesn't move. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," he says.

I look at him for a minute before saying, "If you ever need to talk, I'll be here. I'm not like the other people who spreads the gossip of what someone says."

He looks at me. "Thanks."

"Hey, do you mind if I borrow your car to get some new paint for my walls?"

"Sure, I'll come with." He gets up.

Uh oh. This is not how it was supposed to be.

"Um actually, I was going to bring Emma with. You usually seem awkward when she's around so I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Oh," Dylan sits back down, "Ok."

He looks upset. I can't believe he actually bought it. I feel bad about lying to him though.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." I tell him.

***

I walk into the store and go to the home decoration aisle.

"Wow, you're beautiful," I hear someone say.

I turn to see Harry in a hat to hide his curls, and sunglasses to hide his face.

"Thanks," I blush. "Nice disguise," I say quietly.

"What did you need to talk about?" Harry asks me.

I tell him about the dream I had when I was in the dimmed room, and how I zoned out and awoke on my front lawn to find the exact same thing happening. I also explained to him how I dreamt being at his concert before it actually happened, and how I think that's what lead up to where I am now.

"I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, but it's scary to me, and when I awake from the dreams, my heart pounds like its about to burst, and I feel that something terrible is going to happen. And I've never felt anything different in my dreams until the morning I turned eighteen. I don't know what to do. I know you guys tried to explain to me who I am, but I don't understand. I don't know who I'm supposed to be, and I feel like I'm hiding in the dark, if that makes any sense. So what I want to know is why you asked if I've dreamt something and then it's actually happened. Because it's happened twice now, and I'm really scared. I can't control my dreams, and if it continues to happen that way, then who knows how far it will go?"

"I've never known you to talk this much at once," he says.

"Harry, this is serious!"

"Shh! Don't blow my cover!"

I just look at him, and then pick up the different blues, then yellow and white paint and put it in the cart.

"Will you answer me please?"

We get to the check out line, and Harry insists on buying the paint.

I put the paint in the trunk and get in on the passenger side since Harry took over the driver's seat.

Harry sighed before saying, "I asked you that because every century there is supposedly two people, a girl and a guy who have the ability to do that. Not necessarily an ability, because I find it more like a curse, but-"

"Wait," I interrupt him, "you can do that too?"

"Yeah." Harry sighed and looked at the street.

I didn't bother to ask where he was going.

"I feel like it's a curse, because you know what's going to happen, and you can't always prevent the incident. But sometimes you can, and that's what usually surprises people, which makes it hard on me because then I have to make up an explanation."

"So basically it's like predicting the future?" I ask.

"I guess you can put it that way," Harry answered. "So now you know why I asked. I knew you weren't human because Simon told us, and I wanted to know if you were the one that was the other half."

"Other half?"

"Yeah, that's what people call it. Two haves make a whole, and this situation would be called 'The Whole Future.'"

"Is it like one person has a dream and the other person has the other, and they combine it together?"

Harry immediately stopped the car. He's lucky no one is around.

He put on the brake and looked at me. "What did you just say?"

"What do you mean? I'm just trying to figure out the concept of how this dream-future thing works."

"No, your idea is brilliant. No one has ever thought of that before, but it makes a lot of sense. Which is probably why there are two people. So they can learn this, and understand how one is never enough." Harry turns the engine on and starts driving again. "Call me up whenever you dream something, incase it ends up meaning something and we can work together to prevent it before it starts. I'll do the same."

Harry pulls into my driveway.

"Ok," is all I say.

We get out of the car and Dylan comes outside. He looks confused to see Harry.

"Dylan, I found Harry and asked him if he could help me paint my room. Will you help too?"

He looks at the colors as the trunk pops open.

"Galaxy colors?" Dylan asks grabbing the paint.

"Yep!" I say heading inside. Dylan and Harry followed close behind.

A/N:

Ok, well this isn't the best chapter, but I hope it gave you a little more information on what's going on in the story. Comment and vote! Thanks!

---Katie---