Beautiful Dreams (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Two

We had been in the car for about ten minutes, heading to the party. That's when Niall complained, "I'm hungry,"

"Be patient, Niall. There will be food at the party." Liam said, starting to grow annoyed of Niall's never-ending craving for food.

Niall grunted, but nodded.

"Zayn, can't you drive any faster?" Niall asked a few minutes later.

"Do you want us to get pulled over by the police?" Zayn snapped, glancing at Niall but quickly turning back to the road.

Niall, Zayn and Liam continued bickering at each other, but I tuned them out. I was too worried about the party to listen to them argue.

What if I made a fool of myself? What if no one liked me? What if the other boys got drunk? I'm sure I won't be able to handle them if they had.

I snapped back into reality as I realized we had stopped in front of a big house. The house had cars parked all around it, and I could hear the loud music from the car.

"Haz?" Liam waved a hand in front of my face.

I flinched and jumped back, staring into Liam's big, brown, puppy-like eyes. "Huh? Oh, s-sorry. Let's erm, go in." I stammered, reaching for the door handle and pulling on it as I pushed the door open.

I stepped out of the car, followed by Niall, Zayn and Liam.

We made our way up the concrete driveway, and to the side door.

"D-do we knock?" I asked, unsure of what to do.

Niall rolled his eyes and pushed open the door, walking in. I turned around to Liam and Zayn, hoping they would catch on and lead the way for me.

Thank goodness, they did, and I followed them into the house.

"We'll be over there getting some refreshments. See you in a bit?" Zayn smiled.

My eyes grew wide. They were leaving me alone? At a party? However, I found myself nodding at Liam and Zayn. They smiled and turned away, leaving me alone in a crowd of people.

I sighed and turned back around. I began walking through the crowd of teenagers, in hope of finding a seat. I raced over to it, and then I felt someone crashing into me.

I fell to the ground and winced in pain. I grabbed my leg, still wincing. I fell on my leg when I crashed into the other person.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" I heard someone with a somewhat familiar voice speak. My head snapped up and I caught sight of a boy with brown, feather-like hair, crystal blue eyes, and tan skin. My jaw dropped as I realized who this was.

This was the fictional boy from my dreams. This was Louis.