Beautiful Dreams (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Three

Could this really be him?

Maybe it's not... I mean, what if it's just someone who looks like him? Yeah, that's it.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer, Curly." The brunette boy that may or may not be Louis said.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." I said.

I put all of my weight onto my hands, attempting to push myself to my feet, but I failed and plopped down to the ground, wincing.

"Here," He said, reaching his hand out for me to grab onto.

I hesitantly took it, and it was as if fireworks shot through me. I know, it sounds so cliché, but it was as if electricity shot through me. It was one of the best feelings in the world.

Once I got to my feet, he helped me to the couch.

"So, what's your name?" He said in a cheery voice. I could listen to his voice all day long.

"Harry," I replied, smiling at him.

He returned the smile. "Nice! I'm Louis,"

My face went pale.

So it really is Louis? How is this even possible?

"You okay, Harry?" Louis asked, putting his hand on my shoulder and squeezing it lightly.

What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, yeah it's just that I have dreams about you every night.'? No way.

"I...erm, y-yes," I stammered.

"Are you sure? You look kind of pale." Louis pointed out, looking concerned.

I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came out. It was like my vocal cords were cut.

Louis was about to say something else, but was cut off by someone calling my name.

The voice was coming closer, and that's when I noticed who the voice belonged to.

"Zayn?" I mumbled, barely audibly.

As if on cue, Zayn appeared through the crowd of teenagers, with Liam and Niall following close behind.

"Hey, Haz, who's this?" Liam asked, motioning towards Louis.

"I'm Louis," Louis smiled brightly.

Man, you could get addicted to that amazing smile. I think I already have, to be honest.

"Oh, I'm Liam, that's Zayn and that's Niall." Liam returned the smile.

"So you're all friends of Curly, here?" Louis asked while patting my shoulder lightly.

"Yeah, how do you know him?" Zayn piped up.

"I don't, really. We just bumped into each other. He fell on his leg, and can't walk well." Louis frowned, and so did I. I don't like seeing him upset. Someone like him should always be smiling.

Again, I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"You don't talk much, do you Curly?" Louis joked, smiling again.

I smiled back, now relieved that he was no longer frowning.

"Yes I do," I replied blankly.

"Would you rather me call you Harry or Curly?" Louis asked, ignoring what I last said.

"It doesn't matter," I shrugged.

"Okay then, Curly." Louis winked, and I couldn't hold back a blush. I just hope he didn't notice.

"Oooh, look who's blushing!" Niall cooed, holding potato chips in his right hand.

"N-no I'm not," I frowned.

"Yes you are, Harry! Isn't he, Liam?" Niall elbowed Liam in the arm.

"Yep," Liam replied, smirking.

I blinked at them.

"C'mon guys, we should be heading back now, yeah?" Zayn said.

"Yeah," Niall agreed and Liam nodded.

My breath hitched in my throat. If we leave, how will I see Louis again?

I turned to Louis, frowning.

"Aw, Curly, don't be sad!" Louis pouted playfully. "Do you want my number?" He asked.

I shrugged, then nodded, receiving a smile from Louis.

I pulled out my phone and clicked 'new contact', typing in "Louis" for the first name. What do I put for the surname?

"What's your surname?" I asked, turning to him.

"Tomlinson," he answered.

I quickly typed that in, then handed him my phone so that he could type in his number.

Once he did, he handed in back to me.

"Thanks," I said, giving him a dimpled smile.

He poked my dimples and I had to restrain a blush this time, because I knew that the other boys would point it out.

"Coming, Haz?" Liam asked, and I nodded.

I pushed myself to my feet, but regretted it as soon as I did. Pain shot through my right leg and I fell backwards, onto the couch.

"Ow," I mumbled while clutching onto my leg.

"Maybe you guys should take him to a hospital?" Louis suggested, sounding worried.

"Yeah, good idea." Zayn agreed.

"No, 'm fine," I said, pushing myself up and standing only on my left leg, while my left was in the air, but only my toes touching the ground lightly.

"No," Louis replied.

I eyed him. "Yes,"

"No," he repeated.

I sighed. "It's not that that serious."

Louis glared at me. "I don't care. You're hurt, and I don't want that to continue."

I sighed again, and gave in. "Okay,"

"Louis, do you wanna come with us to take Harry to the hospital?" Zayn asked.

"Sure, why not?" Louis replied, now smiling again.

"Okay, let's go." Niall piped up.

And with that, we all made our way out to the car, Louis helping me walk.

I smiled at Louis.

I still can't believe that the perfect boy from my dreams is now part of my reality.