I Dream A Dream

Chapter 7: Another Scene

My eyes fluttered open. A dream again? What's up with me and my-

My thoughts stopped. My mouth was shut.

I was crowded around nearly 11 half-naked women in my hotel room. Louis strolled in topless and smiled at me.

"Attracting the ladies since 2010 ey Harry? Someone's got to take full advantage right?"

Louis stated.

"No. No Louis this isn't me, I don't want this, I don't take advantage of anything! If anyone knows me best, then that's you Lou"

I know Louis knows me. He knows I don't do this, how the hell did all these women (not that I am complaining) get in here? And second of all, why am I at a hotel when I should be in bed at home in London?

"Whatever Harry, everyone knows you're a ladies-man or as the media say 'womanizer'"

He shrugged.

"No no no, I'm not, I am not"

Before I could complete my sentence, I was on the brink of tears.

"I'm in love"

I said aloud. Why did I say that? What the hell? I told myself that it was a dream, an imaginary hoax.

"Ey the boy say's he's in love!"

Liam came barging in, wrapped in nothing but a beige towel hanging at his waist.

"I, I don't know, I'm"

I couldn't speak, the words just wouldn't come out. It felt like someone fish-hooked my mouth back so I couldn't talk.

"In love"

A sweet, warm, and calming voice wrapped my cold ears.

Cassandra.

I couldn't stop but smile like an idiot. A stupid, happy, full on in love idiot.

"Baby"

My heart rested at ease in my chest, repeating her name each time it pumped. Cassandra walked over to me and rested her head on my shoulder. All the women in the room faded like a blur. Like a mistake waiting to be erased. But so did the boys. Faded. Gone. And soon did Cassandra. Faded. Gone.

Just me, in the bitterness, and pinching cold. I found myself in the same room, but now in a cosy pullover. A gush of wind and small white balls were pushed and splattered onto the clear windowpane. Right in front of me, was an old, ancient radio box. Without even touching it, the box boomed with loud and energetic voices.

"HARRY NOOO! You silly boy, you're going to hurt yourself again on your birthday. I told you not to ride the bicycle yet!"

I heard my mum's voice yell through the speakers.

"Hey baby, y'know what I really miss? A good game of, SPIN THE HARRY!"

I heard Cassandra and the boys scream.

"Harry, don't ever cook"

I heard my sister, Gemma once again "praising" my cooking skills.

"Hey, Harry, it's Harry yeah me talking to myself. Word of advice: don't let yourself-"

"Baby stop talking to yourseellllfff"

A drunk Cassandra interrupted me talking to myself in the radio.

I was confused. Extremely confused. I turned off the radio and fell back into the white sheets of warmth. My bed. Not my bed, my mums bed.

"Mum"

I called. No sign, no light, no air. I couldn't breathe.

Until, until, until.

I finally woke up, scared, anxious, confused. But alive. Think I'll distract myself, I had way too many dreams at once me thinks.

Ahh good old Family Guy.