3. Dreams

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Harry:“Kitten, you up?” Harry nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He’d been restless all night, tossing and turning. “What’s on your mind Haz?” you flipped your body to face him. His eyelids were dark and heavy, desperate for sleep. “I can’t stop thinking…” He pulled you closer, you sighed at his touch. “‘bout what?” you said with a yawn. His lips connected with the top of your head, “You. Me. Us. Our future. I’ve got it all planned.” His words put knots in your stomach, “hmm, tell me,” you sank as close to him as possible and his wraps wrapped around you tighter. “A decent sized house, not too big. Nothing too modern looking either. A bunch of extra land so the kids can play. We’ll have at least two by the way, maybe even four. A pool for the kids and a hot tub just for you and me, when the kids go to bed…” The two of you talked like this for hours until Harry finally fell asleep.

Liam:You woke up confused and disoriented. Once you managed to peel open your eyes you saw Liam facing you with a missive grin on his face. “What are you looking at?” you turned away and pushed yourself back into his body. “Oh nothing babe,” he said between laughs, “You have a good dream?” You don’t have any recollection of one. “I don’t remember.” He laughed again, “well I think you did.” You were a little cranky and not in the mood for his games. You sat up, “and why do you think that?” you snapped. He followed your lead sitting up and kissing you on the forehead. “You were moaning my name all morning love.” You could feel your face go pink. “What…I...” he got out of bed and started walking towards the bathroom. “Come on then, lets make that dream of yours come true.”

Louis:You were suddenly woken up by the familiar tune filling your bedroom. You glance at clock, 4:37am. You reached out for your phone finally finding it, groaning into the receiver. “Oh love, I’m so sorry for calling so late. I just…had to make sure you were safe,” you could hear the shakiness in his voice. “What’s wrong Lou?” you mumbled. “I know you’re in bed and I hate to do this but can you check the doors? Make sure the house is properly locked up.” You groaned, the thought of leaving your bed at such hours was torture but you knew it was important to Louis. He has these dreams whenever he’s away for too long. “Sure Lou,” you obliged, making your way downstairs checking all the locks and alarms. “All locked up babe.” He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I’m sorry, I just hate not being there to protect you.”

Niall:You’re half asleep when you faintly hear your daughter on Niall’s side of the bed. “Daddy…” Her voice is scared and timid. Niall rolls his body away from you, “what’s wrong princess?” “I had a bad dream,” she pouted her lip and hugged her teddy bear he’d given her. He reached over and pulled her into bed between the both of you. He turned on his back putting an arm behind his head and the other snaking around her pulling her close. “You know Daddy would never let anything bad happen to his little princess,” he whispered. “Can you sing for me Daddy?” Whenever she had a bad dream the only thing that lulled her back to sleep was Niall’s voice, which was definitely a challenge when he was away. “…go on, take on this whole world. But to me you know you’ll always be, my little girl.”

Zayn:It was late and you were still propped up in bed working away. You had a deadline you had to make. “Plan on coming to bed anytime soon, yeah?” Zayn mumbled into the pillow. “I’m sorry babe. I have to finish this. Is the light bothering you? I can work in the study,” you offered, secretly hoping he’d say no. “No don’t leave. I like watching you work.” You flashed him a quick smile and went back to work. He only let you be for about ten minutes before breaking the silence. “What did you want to grow up to be?” You were surprised by his strange question. “Like what were your dreams when you were little?” he finished. You saved your work and closed your laptop, knowing you weren’t going to get anymore work done tonight. You turned to look at him “I wanted to be a writer…to be this happy one day.”

Written by:Anna

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