dreamer ➵ larry stylinson

five

five.

My fingers curled in to the soft blanket on top of me. The red sweater loosely hung on my body, going past my knees as I laid into a ball. Silence surrounded me as the moonlight shined through my curtains. I waited for the boy to come into my dreams. Harry... that's his name. It had a nice ring to it, it rolled off my tongue like it was meant to.

"Harry..." I whispered, smiling to myself.

I waited for the same creaking noise from my door and the familiar touch of him - Harry. Though, it seemed like hours since I've been laying here. I sat up from the bed, wrapping the blanket around my torso, and stared at the closed door. Where was he? By now, he'd be walking inside and cradling my small waist.

"Harry?" My quiet voice spoke. But nothing happened, he didn't walk inside, my door didn't open the slightest. And yet, the feeling of loneliness hit my stomach. Where is he? Is he going to show up? Harry, please...

My fingers gripped harder on the blanket. He was the last comfort I've had since years ago, but now he's gone. Why? Where has he gone? My breathing started to quicken and my head was literally spinning by now.

"Where are you? Harry, please..."

My body jolted awake, and my hand immediately gripped on the collar of my shirt. My breathing was still fast and abnormal. The bed was slightly shaking from my limbs shaking uncontrollably. He wasn't there; for the first time in three months, he wasn't there. Seventy-three nights, the same dream, the same boy, but now for the first time, he wasn't there.

Shakily, my hand gripped my phone and dialed the familiar number into the screen. I placed it up to my ear and gripped my collar harder. After a few rings, Niall answered.

"Louis? It's almost midnight. What do you want?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the tears form. "N-Niall, he, I, the dream," My voice hiccuped, "h-he wasn't, and I-"

"Lou?" Niall cut me off. "You're not making any sense. What happened?"

"The dream, it - it's gone." My voice forced out. My breathing quickened more and I placed a hand over my mouth. Tears now were rolling down my face and whimpers were falling between my lips. Niall didn't say anything, I cried on the line while Niall stayed silent.

"I'm calling Zayn, don't move." He finally spoke after a long pause. The line went dead, but I still head the phone to my ear, shaking uncontrollably.

Harry, he must not have liked me when he saw me, the other guys being oblivious to my reaction, didn't realize that it wasn't the weather that had made me sick. What made me sick was the boy standing two feet away. Was I not suppose to see him? Am I losing my sanity?

The thoughts racing through my head only made the tears come down harder. I wasn't usually the one to be emotional - typically, I mask my emotions through jokes and just plain being sarcastic. It was rare to see me as emotional as I was now. But I know that everyone just has to break a little and give in.

Minutes passed of me shaking and still crying over the dream and Zayn comes barging through my flat door with Liam behind. He rushed towards me and gripped my shoulders. His fingers dug into my bare skin, shaking me slightly.

"Liam," Zayn darted his eyes at him. "get some pants for him out of his wardrobe. As for you," he looked back at me, narrowing his eyes at mine. "need to chill the fuck out."

Liam started shuffling through my wardrobe as Zayn tried to calm me down. He was petting my hair in soft motions, shushing me with every touch. Liam threw a pair of pajama pants on my bed, my favorite pants actually. It was a loose hanging pair of blue stripped pants.