Forbidden Love

Why So Early?~38

A boy.

A blonde.

A red car.

The red car instantly reminded me of the red car pulling out of Niall's driveway not too long ago, but I couldn't remember who it belonged to. I didn't remeber ever asking.

When it came to the blonde my mind instantly went to Haley. The blonde had long hair like her. But she wouldn't hit me intentionally, right? She had no reason to. And she was my best friend.

Really, there was no way to tell if these dreams were real or not. It could just be my imagination trying to fill in the peices for what happened since I still couldn't remember. But what if they were real?

I thought of the boy and Liam came to mind. Partially because he was really weird and partially because he was fucking crazy. I wish I had seen the actual faces. I could only make out gender and sexuality which was really weird, but I don't think anyone has an explanation for why we dream the way we do. 

Were Haley and Liam seriously my two suspects? What if it were just two teens driving that accidentally hit me? I had never begun to question Haley's way of finding me on the highway. She said she was going to buy nailpolish. I mean, that sounded like her. She loves painting her nails. Or was that why she used it is an excuse?

Stop it Grace! I thought to myself. You're best friend wouldn't hit you.

Or maybe she did and was too afraid to tell you.

UUGH! I got up from my bed just because I couldn't stand to lie down anymore.  According to my cable box it was only 5 AM, obviously not an appropriate time to be awake if you don't have to be. But even when I laid down, paced the room and looked out the window I couldn't fall back asleep. So instead of constantly playing the dream over & over in my head I decided to just get up and wash my hair in the shower. I didn't cry or anything, just simply washed my hair and tried to think of anything but the dream. Or should I say nightmare? Nightmare is more like it. 

*Can I come over today?* The text from Niall read.

*Yeah sure. Why are you up so early?* It was only 7:36.

*I could ask you the same question.*

*I guess you could.*

*9:00?*

*Again, why so early?*

*Because I'll bring breakfast*

*Fine*

Then he stopped replying. After I had washed and dried my hair I just sat up watching random YouTube videos. Some from "Youtubers" with legit channels, but mostly fail videos and horrible covers so I could laugh instead of stress over nothing.

Niall was coming in a little than over an hour & I had to decide whether I should tell him about the dream or not. I didn't want him to jump to conclusions (since he tends to do that) and go beat up Liam because I know he'll assume it was him. But I wanted to tell him because he's still....sort of....my boyfriend. I tried to avoid the title. I mean, it would be nice to have someone to talk to I can't talk to Haley considering it looked like her in the car, and I can't shake the thought of it being her.

A knock at my door made me jump and my mom walked in wearing her nightgown a second later.

"Hey honey," She said with a smile. "I heard you up early this morning. You alright?"

I ran my hand through my hair and said "Um yeah. I'm fine."

She squinted at me letting me know she could clearly through my lie.

"Ok Grace," she said pursing her lips.

"I told Niall he could come over," I informed her. "I hope that's ok."

"I planned on looking for bridesmaid dresses today. You'll see him in school tomorrow."

"But he's coming at like 9:00. You didn't plan on going that early did you?"

"I told the girls to meet us at the bridal shop by 11." She said with worry evident in her voice and face. I got up and gave her a hug.

"Don't worry. I'm already showered so I just have to get dressed." I smiled and she forced herself to smile before agreeing.

I spent my time just laying down listening to music and I ended up falling asleep again. I didn't wake up until my mom knocked on my door saying Niall was here. I brushed my hair really quick and made my way downstairs.

He smiled at me and I looked away feeling awkward and embarrassed. I had on black leggings and a plain, faded off the shoulder orange T-Shirt with no shoes. I wasn't worried about looking perfect for him, but I looked decent.

"Hey," he said flashing a bigger smile as I finally started walking towards him. He held up a big, white plastic bag with a knot. "I come bearing food," he said and I smiled not because he was funny, but in that moment I found his accent amusing.

"What about me?" My mom said suddenly appearing from the kitchen.

"I've got you too," he said holding the bag a little higher.

"I was kidding," she said walking through the living room.

"Well I wasn't so grab a plate." Niall walked into the kitchen carrying out three plates handing one to my mother & I. "I brought pancakes and bacon. Three pancakes each," he stated proudly."

So we grabbed our pancakes and warmed them up in the microwave. My mom gave us the living room, eating upstairs in her room. Niall ate my last pancake since I couldn't. And all was well.

Until Harry showed up.

A/N

Im so sorry!! I know it's been awhile. With state exams and regents coming up homework has only increased and I barely have any free time to write. And yes I know its short :(

Hopefully with summer coming up I should be able to write more because I think I'll make a part 2 (I don't know if you guys want me to but probably).

Don't forget to vote and comment any predications or things you want to see or things I can improve on. I'll update when I can!