I Dream A Dream

Chapter 6: Harry

Dark. Pitch black. No light in sight.

"Harry"

I heard a blurry call. Where am I? I saw a small face smiling 10 metres away from me. Cassandra. No. Gemma. No. Mum. No. But a boy, a little boy had approached me. He look tired, his clothes were half torn, and his eyes were petite, but you could still notice the little green in them.

"Harry"

The little boy called again. He stood right in front of my eyes, smiling, but wrecked. I could feel his passion radiating, his sweet yet hurtful voice, he was half the size of me. I knelt down, looking directly into his humble eyes.

"You called me?"

I questioned, not knowing what to do or what to say or what to think.

"I didn't call you, Harry, you called me."

He spoke as if it was strange that I didn't know that. Like he were a teacher and I was a pupil being questioned as if I knew the answer. I gave him a little smile back.

"I didn't call you, I-"

Hesitation took over me as I came to an abrupt stop. The little chap seemed so disappointed and slightly discombobulated as he bowed his head down and broke off our small contact.

Raising his small and fragile head, he got hold of my gaze.

"Liar! You little, well actually big liar. You seek for help and you tell me you didn't call me? Your big weary head should be able to remember that."

He called out, nearly yelling at me. I was at the brink of falling as I teetered when getting up on my feet.

"Not a word Styles! If you don't want help then fine, so be it."

He crossed his arms and turned to his back.

"Help? For what?"

I asked.

"You're huge head. That damn huge head. You said you wanted help learning more about the past silly."

He gave me "the eyebrow" look, as he waited for me to respond.

"Okay well, well, teach me. Or well help me I think. Wait why would I ask that? Who are you?"

Confused. I felt absolutely baffled.

"I Mr Harry Edward Styles, is Harry Edward Styles. And you want to know not about your past in this life, but as requested your past lives that you've lived."

The little wrecked and torn-wear boy said.

"Wait. Woah. Let's wind this back a little."

And before I could finish (as every time) I was interrupted.

"HARRY! No we don't have time to explain, we need to get a move on, now let's go, I help too many people at once and this is why I can't purchase new clothes so no questions let's get this going!"

He shouted at me. And before I could ask any questions, I was dragged through a dark swirling hole, as if it wasn't dark enough.

"Harry"

I called out my own name, which felt slightly peculiar. Was I alone?

"Nope"

He answered my thoughts.

"You're not alone Sir Styles, but you are... Going? Harry, Harry don't do this, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry.."

My name trailed off in the distance. Gone. All gone.