Nacho Average One Direction Story

Tattoo

Saturday

HARRY STYLES POV

The first thing I heard when I woke up was birds chirping. I looked around me. I was in a field. The was a girl laying on me. She was snoring. The girl was Lizz. The sun was bright. The grass was soft. I mentally patted myself on the back for these stellar observations so early in the morning.

She was curled up in my side with her head on my stomach, just how she fell asleep. I studied her face. She was beginning to get freckles from the sun and they made her usually pale skin look just a bit more tan, which, in turn, would make her smile look whiter and her eyes brighter. Her snores grew louder and I decided to have a little fun.

I thought about closing her mouth and pinching her nose so she wouldn't be able to breathe, but I decided to be a little nicer. But only a little. I gently laid her head on the grass and stood up quietly. I picked up one bike and both helmets in one arm and the other bike in the other arm and toted them away behind a large bush. Then I stood behind a tree and waited for Lizz to wake up.

After about 10 seconds of waiting I got impatient and fabricated a loud bird call to startle her awake. She sat up quickly and whipped her head around to take in her surroundings. She looked extreamly confused, but not scared. She simply stood up and started walking away from the park. She looked almost annoyed now. I was beyond intrigued.

I got on my bike and held hers to the side as I rode along the bike path to catch up to where she was walking away. "Need this?" I asked, ringing the lame I Heart My Bike bell on her handlebars. She turned and her confusion returned. "It's me, Harry. You know that, right?" I was suddenly unsure she was completely sane.

"Of course I know who you are," she said while quickly taking the bike and fastening her helmet. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Where were you going to walk? You didn't look scared or confused for more than a second. You just looked... vaguely annoyed?" I asked as we turned off the path and onto the road to begin the 30ish minute ride home.

"I get really vivid... dreams. Sometimes I think they're real." I looked at her questionably, waiting for her to continue. "It's been going on for a few years now ever since. Well, yeah. So usually once a month I have a dream that is unusually realistic and a lot of tines I wake up in different places. Usually it's fields. There is a different park closer to my house that I normally wake up in. Whenever I don't turn up for work, that's where the Ryders look after my house."

"That sucks," I sympathized as we pedaled. I tried to catch a glimpse of her face but she wasn't looking in my direction.

"That's not even the worst part," she laughed once without humor and I grimaced. "The worst part are the headaches. Once a month. A migrane for 16 hours. I don't know why 16, but it's always exactly that many before it lets up. When there is the dreams, the headache always follows within a week."

"What makes them happen?" I was still mystified. She just shrugged. She obviously didn't want to tell me. "Why didn't you tell me about them before? You know everything about me." I was beginning to feel sad. I thought there were no secrets between us. I almost felt betrayed. She knew every detail of my life but she was keeping things to herself about her's.

"It hurts," she whispered so quietly that I wasn't sure she'd said anything at all.

After about ten minutes of biking in silence I realized Lizz wasn't the open book I thought she was. There had to have been an event in her past that triggered such violent mental spasms she described. She said within a few days as the displacing dream she has a 16 hour migrane. That means it will happen soon. I hope it doesn't happen on best friend's day on the 8th. The gift I got her is perfect!