woke me up [niall horan]

prologue

maybe i fell in love when you woke me up. 

in my dreams, her hair flowed in the wind. the long, brown hair passed her shoulders. the thick hair stopped right before the dimples in her lower back i loved to kiss. 

she was a dream to me, and when i woke up, she was gone. i was alone each morning, waiting until the night fell again and sleep to find me.

that is, until one morning she was the one who woke up in my arms. it was reality; i just had no idea how she got there.