Dreaming Fate

Chapter 2

--Asterisks are when the dream is happening---

Harrys pov...

I hang up for my final call of the day, thank god.

"Thank God." see

" Are you finally done?"

I look up to see Niall standing there with his hands on his hips.

Does this guy ever work?

"Do you ever work?" I had to know

"Rude, for your information I was done 2 hours ago. What've you been doing this whole time? Therapy sessions?"

Lucky bastard

"No. But I have been taking people's crap and not getting paid nearly enough for it. So close enough I guess"

I grab my coat and bag, the only things I actually bring bring with me.

"You up for a night out?"

I swear this guy can stay out till ass o'clock in the morning and still have the energy of a fucking race horse

"No, I'm up for a long night in and an about 5 hours overdue date with my bed"

"Oh come on, you go home and sleep like every night! Live a little haz, you're still young but you won't enjoy it.

We start to make our way over to the elevators, almost out of this hell hole. I love my job but I am beyond fed up for the day.

"I am too enjoying my youth! I've got a great career, I've got a rather annoying best friend, a decent apartment, a cat, what more could I ask for?

Niall stops dead in his tracks and looks at me.

"That's gotta be the saddest thing i've heard in a long time"

"Oh fuck off Niall."

"Im serious haz, you need to get out and live and have fun and get laid!"

He sounds pretty much desperate at this point

"Hey, I get plenty laid"

"Oh come on It's been at least a month."

He's right, but i'm not gonna let him know that

"Maybe I wanna actually wanna meet someone"

Honestly sometimes I hated that we worked on the 10th floor. This elevator takes for-fucking-ever.

"Then let me set you up, I know some great guys and even then we could still go out.

Knowing Niall for as long as I have I know he's not going to let this go until I just give in.

"Alright alright, just not tonight.

"Fine, but either you're going to go out tomorrow or I'm dragging you out so really It's your choice."

I just laugh and shake my head but I know he's not kidding

When the elevator finally gets there It's a quiet ride down, not awkward or anything just the peaceful kind. When we get off at the garage we say our goodbyes and head to our respective cars. I got an apartment about 15 minutes away so the drive is just long enough to for me to unwind and not get too fed up with traffic

When I get to my apartment I'm immediately greeted by my cat Yori, she's a maine coon. One day when I was in college she just followed me home from class. It was quite strange since i'd never seen an animal on campus and was pretty sure they weren't allowed, but I let her in my dorm anyway. That night when she curled up in my lap and purred I knew she didn't plan on going anywhere, which was fine by me. My roommate wasn't there half the time anyway and when he was he loved her just as much as I did. She starts to walk over to her bowl so it doesn't take me long at all to figure out what she wants. 

After I feed her I grab myself a banana, too tired to bother with making something. One of the perks of only living with a cat is that I can strip wherever I want, which is exactly what I start doing. Normally I'd wait for Yori to get done but I'm knackered so it's straight to the bed for me. Soon after I lay down I feel her jump up and curl up on the left side like she always does. Normally when I go to sleep I dream of something completely ridiculous to the point where I don't even try to remember it. This time was a little...different. 

*I'm sitting down at a coffee shop, I recognize it as one I go to when I'm a bit early for work. I don't have my usual tea and muffin of the day though. I don't get up and get it, instead someone comes and sets it down in front of me and then sits in the seat next to me. I don't even flinch as if this is what I was expecting. "Thanks babe." Alright. I definitely wasn't expecting that, but at the same time it felt so...natural. "You don't have to say that thanks every time babe." His voice is so pretty, it's warm and raspy at the same time and I definitely wouldn't mind hearing it more often. I don't know what he means by every time though, I've never been with this guy before. I'm about to tell him that when instead I say, "I just want to make sure you know I appreciate my lou-bear." 

Alright, what the hell? I haven't even seen his face and i've already got him a nickname? At this point I'm still looking down and I don't know why. "I appreciate you too Hazza" He reaches out and takes my hand and I swear they are the nicest hands i've ever had the pleasure of holding. They're a little smaller than mine but still masculine. He's got a very intricate skull and cross-bones with a red background on his upper wrist. Just below that he's got a bracelet like design with all the houses of cards inside. The tattoos themselves make no sense but he wears them well. On his middle finger and ring finger he's got the numbers 2 and 8, I begin to trace those (his skin is really soft) and wonder if those numbers have a special meaning.

 I don't know how long I sit there just admiring his tattoos and wrist before he's telling me we have to go to work. I'm upset about this because while the rational part of me knows I shouldn't be, the dream me already misses him. I realize that i've basically been looking down this entire time and decide it's time to know exactly who i'm dealing with here. Before I can though 2 arms are pulling me out of my seat and hugging me goodbye. He gives me a quick peck on the cheek and starts to walk out before I can fully comprehend what's happening. All I can fully get out of the interaction is blue, very blue eyes. 

I call out to tell him to hold on a sec but it comes out as, "Love you, have a great day!" Okay, that's definitely not something you say to someone you just met. Before I can think to much of it he returns sentiment without hesitation. The weird part is he sound like he really means it. I begin to run after him to maybe at least get his name but when I open the door to the street everything fades away.* I sit up straight in my bed and look around me. It all felt so real, HE felt real. I pout at the realization that I am in fact in bed and there is in fact no soft skinned man next to me, only Yori. I have 2 more hours before I need to get up for work so I try to go back to sleep hoping to be at least a little more rested than right now. I doze off to with a the thoughts of soft skinned blue eyed boy on my mind. And the sad fact I never even saw his face.....

-----Soooooo....What did you guys think?? Hopefully you liked it and the third chapter will be in Louis' point of view. I guess you guys all have a pretty good idea of who the Harry's dream guy is and if not then you'll just have to keep reading (yay!). Anyway I don't really have set times to post or a set length but you won't have to wait too long. Thank you to everyone who reads this and I hope you stick with me through this. Comments are much appreciated and I love you all!

Avi Xx