Beautiful Dreams (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter One

There he was, standing right there in the same spot I saw him every day. By the same tree, in the same alley. Unlike many, this alley was beautiful. The grass was a beautiful bright green, the trees big and none were dead, with the sound of birds chirping, even though I could never spot the birds. I was certain they were there though. Everything was under the beautiful, light blue sky. It had few clouds, but the ones that were there were white and spread apart. Everything here was absolutely stunning.

I turned my attention back to the beautiful brunette boy, with the blue eyes and olive-colored skin.

"Louis," I smiled.

He smiled back, motioning for me to come closer, as we were at least ten feet apart at the moment.

As I came closer, he reached out and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"I love you," I whispered to him as we stared into each other's eyes. Green meeting blue, blue meeting green.

"I lo-"

A loud bang caused me to jump up in horror. I looked around, seeing familiar faces, all trying, but failing miserably to hold back their laughter. I then looked in front of me and saw my teacher standing there, a ruler in her dainty hand. Oh, yeah. I'm at school...

"Mr. Styles, a word please?" she hissed.

"Erm, yeah, okay." I replied, and awkwardly stood up, following Ms. Dotson.

We stepped out of the classroom, and she closed the door gently behind her.

"Harry," she started. "This is the fourth time this week that I've caught you sleeping in my class. What's going on? Are you not getting enough sleep at home?"

"N-no, no, I get enough sleep. 'M just tired, is all." I assured her.

"Why are you always so tired?" she pressed.

I sighed, before giving in and deciding to tell her.

"I just, I wake up in the middle of the night on my own all the time, after having a very similar dream from the night before. I mean, it's not the same dream, but just about the same person, in the same place." I rushed out the words, feeling stupid for of all people, telling my English teacher about my dreams.

She nodded in acknowledgement and smiled slightly.

"Have you ever thought about seeing a professional? Like, a therapist, or maybe the counselor?" she asked.

"No, it's not that serious. And plus, I like my dreams. They're not bad dreams. To be honest, I wish it was reality." I whispered the last part, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

I heard her sigh softly and she patted my shoulder. "Let's go back in, yeah? The students are probably going crazy with me not in the room." she smiled. "But hey, if you ever want to talk, I'm here, okay?"

I looked up and nodded, give her a slight smile. Though, to her it probably looked like a grimace, as I wasn't quite in the mood for smiling. I had just woken up, after all.

And with that, she turned around and opened the door, leading us into the classroom. The students got silent right as the caught sight of Ms. Dotson. I walked back to my seat slowly, and sat down.

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For the rest of the class period, along with all of my other classes, I just stared out the window, quietly humming the melody to the song "You Found Me" by The Fray. I was a big fan of The Fray, and so was Louis, I think. He never told me. I heard him singing part of the song "Look After You", which is also by The Fray, so I supposed he did like them.

Did I ever mention that I've never heard Louis say a full sentence? I always hear him say little things, and then I wake up. That's how it always happens. He begins to say something, and then I wake up. It was an endless cycle that has been going on ever since I was fifteen, which was only two years ago. I'm seventeen at the moment.

After the final bell rang, I stood up and raced to my locker. When I got there, I noticed that my three friends Liam, Niall and Zayn were already waiting for me.

"Hey, guys." I greeted them.

"Hey, Hazza." Liam greeted back. I giggled at the nickname he made for me back in middle school, that he still uses to this day. Why or how he came up with it, I have no clue.

"Hey, mate, we were wondering if you wanted to come with us to a party?" Zayn smiled.

"There will be lots of food, by the way." Niall winked, licking his lips. Of course, Niall's only excited about the food. I don't know what that lad's fascination with food is, but it's crazy.

"Guys, you know I'm not the party type..." I said, kicking my foot around on the floor.

"C'monnn, Haz, it'll be fun! Just this once?" Liam pleaded.

I grunted. "No drinking." I asked, but it came out more as a statement.

"No drinking." Liam repeated, and Zayn and Niall nodded, agreeing.

"Fine," I sighed. "I'll go."

They cheered, as I got my stuff out of my locker. We then made our way out the door, to some party.

Worry suddenly exploded in me.

I gulped.

What have I gotten myself into?