Fate Has Different Plans

Chapter 12-Good Things Never Seem To Last

Hey guys! Wow almost 1000 reads :) So excited for that. Just to let you know, that new story I told you about, I'm working on a schedule of when to get things posted and such. But don't worry, I wont completely abandon this story. ;) Anyway, on to Chapter 12!

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(Bella POV)

I had a dream, a dream of flitting images. Reds, Yellows, Greens, they all blurred together, seperated, mixed, formed shapes. Shapes I could not make out. Shapes that were screaming my name. Shapes that reached out their tentacle like arms, grabbing my arms and legs. Some pulled my arms one direction, the others pulled my legs opposite direction. I felt my body begin to tear in half, and I screamed at them to stop. I begged them, pleading with them that I was going to rip in half. Finally, one side gave up, and my head smacked something hard.

I woke up with a start. I was covered in sweat, breathing heavily as my mind replayed my dream over and over again till, just like the shapes, it was a blur in my memory. I rubbed my sleep laddened eyes, desperate to wake up. I did not want to fall back asleep. Not to something like that. I could feel the pain in my stomach, of where I would have split in half. It scared me. I peered around me, my vision foggy. I was asleep on the floor, everyone still asleep, cuddled together, or like Eleanor and Louis, were splayed out, arms and legs everywhere.

I turned to my right to find a peaceful angel, with the name of Niall Horan, asleep, a blanket cuddled against his chest. I smiled to myself, reaching out to stroke his cheek. I let out a small squeak as his hand grabbed my wrist before I could touch him, a smile smirk on his lips. He began to chuckle as he cocked open one eye to look at me. I glared back, but it was easily difussed by him.

"You shouldn't scare me like that." I whispered to him in mock madness.

"I think you like it." He replied, smirking.

I just stuck my tongue out at him. I really didn't want to wake any of the others up, seeing as how it was only nine o'clock in the morning, and I knew Hazza and Lou didn't wake up till eleven unless forced. I put my finger up to my lips, and made the "shhh" face, as I got up and tiptoed to the kitchen. When I got there, I motioned with my hand for Niall to follow me. He got up and crept over till he was standing next to me.

"Shall we make them breakfast?" I whispered again, nodding to the hoard of people still asleep.

"Lets do this." He replied.

We then procecced to make around three dozen eggs, around four pounds of sausage and ham, about twenty slices of toast, and had set all of this out on the dining room table, complete with orange, apple, and grape juice, milk, and a pitcher of ice cold water. We set up napkins and cups, and forks and spoons, (except for Liam, he has a weird thing about fearing spoons).

Once it was all laid out, Niall and I stepped back to admire our work. It looked pretty awesome, if I do say so myself. I turned to look at him, and smiled big. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders to pull me in close. I breathed in his scent, enjoying the moment.

However, it was ruined when Louis embraced both of us. I groaned, leaning my head into Niall's chest.

"Louis... seriously? This is twice now." I said, turning to look at the twenty year old.

"Awh come on Bells, its so fun!" He said, releasing us to take a seat at the table, grabbing food to put on his plate.

I groaned, going to go wake everyone else up. It took me a good twenty minutes just to wake up both Harry and Eleanor, but finally we were all seated around the table, stuffing our faces with the food. Niall, of course, at the most, finishing everything off so we didn't have any leftovers. Since Niall and I had cooked all of the food, everyone else went and cleaned up. Niall and I decided to go watch a movie.