Prince Charming

Love Me

♡Anriette's POV♡

"What did you dream about?" Niall asked, embarrassed. Why was he being weird?

"Why does it matter?" I shrugged, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Because, you... um... you were kinda moaning a bit? And then you were squirming around, and squeezing my hand."

"I was not," I looked away, and covered my face in my hands, blushing. "Oh god. I'm sorry."

"Anri? What's wrong?"

"I don't want to tell you. I frankly don't know what that dream was about, either," I admitted. "But I do think I should go talk to Harry."

"Harry? Oh... okay..." I could see that Niall was hurt.  Oh my god! He must think my dream was something other than what it was.

"No! It's not what you think, Niall. I finished my nightmare."

"Oh, that's good," he sighed in relief. Aw, he was jealous for a second. "What happened?"

"It doesn't matter, you and Louis were still gone," I shrugged, heading for the door. "I just need to talk to Harry. I need to find out what that dream meant."

"Okay, I'll come with you," Niall said, rubbing his eyes. He got up to stretch, and I couldn't help but stare at his shirtless chest and his boxers. Wow... let's pretend that I don't want to jump on him and make out right now. I turned away before he could catch me staring at him.

"I... I think it would be better if I talked to Harry alone. I wanna work things out with him. But it's nothing more than that... I can tell you're jealous, Ni" I smirked.

"I am not!" he pouted, picking me up and scrunching his nose at me.

"AHH! Nialllll!" I shrieked in laughter, before he pressed a kiss to my lips and set me down.

"Oh my god, I love you. I'll be back in a bit," I smiled. I turned the knob on the door, and headed down the stairs to where the rest of the boys were.

"Did you and Niall have funnnn?" Liam teased. I was confused, until Louis handed me a mirror. My hair was a mess.

"You're gross," I scoffed, playfully throwing the mirror at Liam.

"'AHH! Niallllll!!! I love you, OH MY GOD.'" Zayn moaned, mocking me.

"God, dude! She's my sister!" Louis yelled in disgust.

"That's out of context and I hate you now," I smiled at Zayn. "Hey, where's Curly?"

"Harold is outside in the garden," Liam said, tossing me an apple.

"Thanks!" I waved, taking a bite and heading to find him.

Harry was outside, sitting on a bench that looked into a flower bed.

"Hi, Harry," I said, shyly, walking towards him.

"Hey, gorgeous," he winked. Hearing his voice still makes me shudder. I brush it off, and hope he didn't notice.

"Haz, this is serious," I said, sitting down next to him. Well, as close as I could get to him at the moment.

"Oh. Okay, I'm sorry. What's up?"

"Harry, have...  have I been in your dreams lately?"

"What do you mean?"

"Um. I guess that's not what I'm asking. Have you ever had any feelings for me when you weren't drunk? Have you ever... wanted me?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"Well, of course. Who wouldn't want to date a gorgeous girl like you? Niall is a lucky guy," he smirked.

That's why he keeps appearing in my dreams. He does like me! But I don't like him, not in that way, and so my subconscious creates a version of Harry that's like the drunk one from that night..