Stranded

Chapter 7: Wake up! (The Boys)

Zayn’s POV

“Zayn…” Someone tapped me, causing me to wake up. I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings. Unlike what I had expected, I wasn’t under a coconut tree on a tropical island. I was inside Perrie’s place, laid down comfortably on the couch.

“Perrie?”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My fiancée was standing in front of me with a huge smile on her face. But, the One Direction and three more girls on an island thing, was it just a nightmare?

“How are you feeling, babe?” She asked me.

“Better.” That was the safest answer I could think of. If it was only a dream, last night must’ve been a long one. Perhaps I was sick. Or drunk, maybe. I was unsure of everything. Could it be possible that Perrie is a dream and that was real?

I couldn’t ask Perrie a question. I don’t want her to think that I am going crazy. She gave me a slight kiss on the lips and left me, saying she has an appointment with the wedding planner.

Maybe I’m in reality. The island thingy was a dream.

I fixed breakfast for myself. I brewed myself fresh black coffee to help me return to my senses. That dream really bothers me. I wanted to call the boys to ask them if they had the same dream but they might laugh at me. I don’t want to sound lunatic.

I was going to take another sip when my phone rang. It was Harry. My heart stopped beating.

“Zayn?”

“Yeah, Haz? What is it?” I asked. Still, I was shaky.

“D-did you dream last night? Had a nightmare, perhaps?” He asked me. Basing from the tone of his voice, he was nervous and confused.

Did we really have the same dream???

“Well, yes, actually.” I answered, trying to sound cool although I was anything but cool at the moment.

I felt relief but there was still something else I needed to know.

“Was it about… a ship named SS Destiny?”

I couldn’t last a single second more on the phone. I bid Harry good-bye and told him that I would immediately go to the flat he shares with Louis. I took a quick bath, changed into fresh clothes and headed out for Harry’s flat. Goosebumps were killing me.

Harry’s POV

I was pretty convinced that it was real. I woke up with small specks of sand in my clothes, which don’t usually happen because I do not really sleep in clothes. Also, there were troubling streaks of blood in my arms.

Calling Zayn was one of the stupid ideas I came up with. After all, I said, he was with me in my dream. I couldn’t ask anyone about what had happened before I went to sleep so I just decided to call him. Louis was nearer, and I could easily ask him, but he was still fast asleep. I chose not to wake him up for he was ‘missing’ in that dream and maybe he was still strolling around the island with Niall.

After I had called Zayn, I called Liam. Fortunately, he picked up. Before I could even talk, he told me of a nightmare he had. I told him to come over so that we could talk about it.

I heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was Liam or Zayn, I went to open it.

“Gemma?”

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Relieved, I sat on the couch and opened the television. Gemma only dropped by to tell me that she and mom will be on a vacation in Paris.

My heart began pounding very fast. Of all the dreams I had in the past, that one was very much confusing. I absentmindedly switched television channels, waiting for Liam and Zayn to come over. A few minutes later, I heard knocks on my door. I opened it and saw Liam and Zayn.