Dreamers

Chapter 3

Niall’s POV

            After a long day of interviews and singing, I’m exhausted and there’s nothing I’d like to do more than go to sleep. Also I’m hungry.

            When I get back to the apartment, it’s 9:30. I let myself in and look around through the kitchen for something to eat. I find a box of macaroni and cheese that I quickly prepare. I dump some frozen peas in the bowl of hot cheesy goodness and quickly eat it all. When I finish, I put my dishes in the dishwasher and trundle over to my closet. I strip down until I’m just in my boxers, plug in my phone to charge, and fall into bed.

            I only remember one dream from that night.

            I was at a concert somewhere, backstage. The concert was a few minutes away from us going on stage when I realized I couldn’t find my phone anywhere. I dashed around the venue, when someone pointed me towards a closed door.

            “I think you left it on a bookshelf in that room,” They told me.

            I thanked them, and burst into the room.

            Sitting on the couch directly across from the door was a girl. Not just any girl. A beautiful girl. She had medium length, wavy, thick brunette hair, blue-grey eyes, and freckles across her nose and cheeks.

“Sorry, I just – I was just coming in to grab something,” I said. I spotted my phone on the bookshelf along the wall of the room and went over to grab it. I wanted to say something else to her, but I couldn’t think of what to say. I looked over my shoulder at her again before leaving, and I thought I saw her wave out of the corner of my eye, but Megan was frantically yelling my name and I had to go.

Then I was aware of a faint buzzing, and thought it was my phone in my pocket. When I went to check who it was, the caller ID said Greg. Naturally, I answered it.

“Niall? Niall? Niall, are you there, bud?” A voice says over the phone.

I wake up when I realize that I am actually on the phone with someone.

“Hello?” I say groggily.

“You called me?” My brother Greg’s voice comes clearly through.

I burst out laughing.

“Okay, well I’ve got to go? Hope you’re doing well there. Bye.” Greg hangs up.

I put the phone down, then immediately pick it back up to see the time. It’s 9:52.

Not bad, considering whom my management team is. I swear they get up at 4am every morning and just call me over and over, even if they don’t have anything to tell me.

Then I remember the dream. It seemed so real, so perfect. And that girl, too. Damn. She was gorgeous.