Leaving Dreamland [Book One]

15~ Third Time's the Charm

(A/N Hello again, fellow readers! I put the song "Until You're Over Me" by Maroon 5 on the right side of the page, as 1) I discovered this song a couple days ago, and I have been completely obsessed with it ever since, and 2) because I think the chorus relates to Shyler somewhat. The rest of the song doesn't, though... xD You guys should listen to it 'cause it's a wonderful song, and I also put it ever so conviniently on the side for you ;) But anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, as I always hope you do, and don't hesitate to vote, comment, and fan! Lots of love, SpoonsAndCarrots xx)

My body was shaking uncontrolably with grief as the tears rolled down my face. I didn't understand. Why were these dreams affecting me like this? This wasn't normal. It wasn't right. I must be going crazy. After all, the dreams weren't terrible or sad enough that they would make any normal person cry. So why was it doing that to me?

My thoughts were inturrupted by a noise behind me. I turned to face the sound, still crumpled in a heap on the ground. I knew I probably looked like shit, what with my puffy, red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. I saw a tall figure by the entrance to the room, but I couldn't tell who it was as my vision was blurred by unshed tears.

"Oh, Shy," the figure cooed, moving closer to me and sitting down. I instantly recognized the voice to be Louis'. He held my shoulders still and looked into my eyes as he brushed a couple of my tears away with his thumb. I blinked a couple times until he came into focus, looking just as heartbreakingly gorgeous as always.

I sniffled, my gaze traveling back down to the carpet. He pulled me in for a hug, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. After a delayed reaction on my part, I slowly returned the hug, my weak arms twining around his back.

We just stayed like that. I don't know for how long, exactly. It could have been seconds,  although it was more likely minutes. To me, though, it felt like it could have been hours, days, months, even years. But I was okay with that. As long as I was in Lou's arms, I would be okay.

Finally, he pulled away, looking at me with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, his worry never fading.

"Just... just another nightmare..." I said, and he pulled me against him again. I burrowed my face into the crook of his neck, silent tears still spilling out of my eyes. He stroked my hair with one hand, and the other one was wrapped protectively around me.

"How did you know that I was here?" I asked softly, my voice muffled against his neck.

"I woke up and noticed you weren't there anymore, and then I heard noise coming from over here, so I just followed it, and it led me here..." he trailed off, examining the small room as he spoke.

"But... What about the bookshelf? How did you know that anything was behind it?"

"Like I said, I just heard a noise coming from over here. I heard something behind it, so I moved it a little, and now here I am," he said, resting his chin on the top of my head.

I didn't know what to say, so I just muttered a faint "Oh...".

There was a small pause in which we both just sat there. It was nice, though. I took a deep breath, trying to help myself calm down. After a little while, Louis broke the silence.

"What's with all these cats on the wall?" he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sure Harry would love it in here."

I giggled, wiping away any remaining tears off my face. "When I was little, I used to be obsessed with cats. I'm sure you can figure out the rest."

I could feel the vibration of laughter in his chest. I glanced up at him to find him smiling, and I could tell he was thinking hard about something. I looked back down, remembering earlier today. It had been so amazing and wonderful and fantastic and... there just weren't enough words to describe it. But there had been one thing that I had been wondering about, one thing that I wanted to know.