Dreaming of you ((larry stylinson))

Drinks, Bullies and Sugar

A/N:oka  so this might be short but im not sure because im emailing it from my ipod then pasteing it onto word pad then saving to word document then uploading it on here. so its different lengths on everything. but on my ipod it seems really long so yeah here it is!!

luff y'all alot!!! :)xx

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I was 21 in this dream. I was at a bar it was pretty modern. I took a sip of my drink and spotted a curly haired lad sitting a few stools away. He was quite handsome to be honest. With luscious brown curls, big adorable dimples and bright green eyes. I stood up and sat next to him. Yes, it was harry and I knew that when I spotted him but he didn't know it was me of course. "hi there." I had said. He turned and smiled. "hello" he had a more husky voice then in my other dreams. He was a bit older now, but still younger and slightly taller than me. I smiled and held my hand out. "I'm Louis." he smiled and shook my hand. "Harry. Nice to meet you." he said. I smiled and took a sip of my drink. We talked forever. We danced a bit. We had a few more drinks then I called a cab. We drove in the cab together, held hands and talked more. When the cab pulled up to my house, Harry leant over, kissed me on the cheek, and just as he was about to say something, I had woken up.

I wrote it all down and closed the diary just as someone was walking towards my table. Matt Richards, the most popular guy in school, also know as my worst enemy. "well mrs. Tommo writing in her little diary." he smirked. "shut up Matt." I said softly. I really couldn't deal with him right now. "why? Dont want me to read about your little boyfriend?" he said. Now everyone in the cafeteria was watching. "I dont have a boyfriend Matt." I growled. He just chuckled and grabbed the diary. I tried to snatch it from him but he pushed me away. "our little gay boy is trying to be tough Isn't he?" he smirked holding the diary behind him. "stop calling me that!" I lost it. I kept jumping and jumping, but he just kept pushing me back. "let's see what have you written about.." he smirked and opened the diary. " it was February when I had the first dream....' boring! Ahhh here we go.'he was gorgeous...he smelled wonderful-" he said in a girl voice. "shut upb and give it back!" I cut him off and tried to grab it again. "nu uh uh I'm not finished. 'I had to leave he pecked me on the cheek...' oh la la! See I knew you were gay." he shook his head and flipped the page and kept reading aloud. "MATT SHUT UP AND STOP!" I yelled as loud as I could and snatched the diary and ran. I didn't run fast enough appear toy because he caught my wrist. "you think you're so tough don't you?" he smirked and connected his fist with my face. And it hurt. Bad. I fell on the floor stunned from the impact and that didn't really help. All it did was cause a sharp pain to shoot through my arm. I winced and stood up weakly. I kicked him where no one wants to be kicked, and walked off like a boss. I ran home, skipping the rest of my classes, and cried on the couch. I opened my diary and grabbed a pen.

I was grocery shopping for my mom today. I was about 18 now and I needed to find a certain ingredient to make a certain tart that my mom wanted for her birthday. I strolled through every isle until finally I found it. It was the last one so I rushed over and grabbed it, but someone wanted it at the same time I did. "hey I sa-" I was cut off when I looked at our hands and immediately recognized his. I looked up and saw Harry. He was about 16, but with the same hair, the same eyes, and the same cheeky smile. "I really need this please." he said looking at me. I couldn't turn him down. "fine keep it." I said and handed it to him. "thanks so much. I'm Harry." he said and set the item down in his basket before holding his hand out. I smiled and shook it. "Louis." I said and turned my basket to where they were next to eachother. "so what are cooking?" I asked examining his basket. He had eggs, flour, milk, vanilla, cocoa, icing, strawberrys, and the special sugar I needed. "I'm making a chocolate strawberry tart. " he smiled. "me too!" I said happily. "cool. That's why you needed the sugar huh?" he asked. I nodded. "yeah, but sense you need it for your bakery you-" oops. I forgot. We just met. He was looking at me confusidley. "how do you know I work at a bakery?" he asked sounding a big suspicious. "well...umm you know...erm...I've been there...." I lied. I had never stepped foot in a bakery since I was 10, but he didn't know that. "oh ok that makes sense. Thanks again. " he smiled. I nodded and started walking beside him. We talked and talked and I heard the same story I heard every time. We checked out and after I helped him put his groceries in his car he pecked me on the cheek. He was starting that sentence just as I woke up.

I wrote this down in the diary and shut it closed. I was thinking about Harry again when my phone rang. "hello?" I said. I didn't know who would be calling me at this time on a Tuesday. "hey gay boy" I could literally hear the smirk in his voice. "what do you want Matt?" I rolled my eyes and slid the diary under the couch pillow, even though I knew he couldn't get it. "I wanted to say sorry for punching you." he groaned. What? "ummm you wanted to or is someone making you?" I asked. "principal Perler." he muttered. I smirked and tried not to laugh. "sucks for you. But I'm still not accepting your apology. You literally broke my wrist and almost dislocated my nose. " I said and examined my wrist, which was now really swollen. "sorry..." he said. "and stop calling me 'Gay boy' and 'Mrs. Tommo' and every other name you've called me since middle school. It actually hurts. " I said almost starting to tear up. "sorry again." I rolled my eyes knowing he would just continue. "bye Matt." I said and hung up. I stood up and was about to go get something to eat, but my body said to sit and keep writing. I opened the diary and stared blankly at the page until the image flooded my mind.