Interrupted Dreams (Harry Styles)

A/N: I know I'm in the middle of my Niall fanfiction guys! This is just a one shot that I got a request for. ♥ So, sit back and enjoy please!

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(Harry's POV)

"Harry, Hazza, Harrrrrrryyyyy!" I hear, covering my head with a pillow. I knew it was time to wake up when I heard Liam's voice. He was being his regular Daddy Direction self, getting all of us up so we could be on time for the meet and greet or whatever else we had to do. Right now was not the time to wake me up, though, I was having the best dream......

(*DREAMLAND*)

"Oh my gosh! I cannot believe I'm standing right here, in front of the boys. I am freaking out. Can I get a picture with each of you?" Another crazy fan says. I just smile and nod, politely. Don't get me wrong, I love the fans. They are the reason we're here and I couldn't appreciate their support for us more, but it's been the same old thing lately.

They get VIP packages. Get to the meet and greet. Finally get up to us after waiting. Most of them give us their twitter names and ask for a follow. Fangirl in front of us, jumping up and down and such. Take their picures. Get hugs. Then, we go on to the next.

Is it SO wrong to want something more unique? Something I could relate to or have something more with than a fan-celeb relationship? I know what the tabloids say about me, but I'm actually ready to meet somebody and I'd like that "somebody" to be a fan. They're already the most important people to me anyways. 

"Hey! Oh my gosh! I met you last year and meeting you again is so unbelievable." Another fan said, she was cute. Judging by her height and facial feautures, I would guess she was around 18. Blonde. Perfect for Niall, but he would probably never go for her right now. He's still "on the market", has been for a while. He cares so much about finding the right person and people see that. Why don't people see that with me? I smile for a picture and go back to my thoughts.

"This is really you all isn't it?" This voice catches my attention. She sounds so shy and different. "I'm really standing in front of One Direction right now?" I feel my heart drop to my stomach. This girl was such a beauty. She may be a little young, around 16, but she seemed very mature for her age. Her strawberry-blonde hair cascaded down her back. Her brown eyes were so breathtaking. I could tell she was so amazingly different.

"Yes, babe. It's us. What's your name?" I say, taking charge of this meet and greet. I had to know this girl. I don't care if she was younger than me. Dating older women has started to bore me. Maybe this is what I need. 

"Morgan. My name's Morgan." She says, smiling at the ground. I can tell that she's lacking just a bit in self-confidence, but she shouldn't be. I notice that no one else is in line behind her. She's the last meet and greet for today, which is perfect.

"Hey, since you're the last one, do you want to maybe come backstage with us?" I offer, the other boys giving me weird looks. Probably thinking something along the lines of 'What the hell is he getting at?' or 'I bet they'll get on really well.' 

"Umm....yeah, sure." Morgan says. I stroke her arm, directing her to follow me. She's timidly shaking. I grab her closer and whisper softly in her ear:

"Don't be nervous." I suddenly feel her shiver. Smiling to myself, I lead her to my dressing room, ignoring the stares I'm getting from the other boys in the band. Morgan didn't hesitate to follow right behind me. "So, is this your first One Direction concert?" I ask.

"Yeah.." She answers, still a bit on the uneasy. I walk up to her and bend down to look in her eyes.

"You don't need to be scared." I whisper. Then, I bend down and kiss her. It wasn't a fiery, passionate kiss, but a sweet one. One that I hoped would make her feel safe. At first, I could feel the shock on her face, but I felt her relax into it after a while.

I pulled away and placed my forehead against hers. "You're different." I say. "In the best way possible." I see her lips turn into the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. She then pulls me into her and we go into a mad spell of kissing, eventually ending up on the floor. 

We pull away for a breath and she lays her head on my chest. I feel her hot breath on my neck and couldn't help myself but to start kissing her again, caressing her cheek. "HARRY!" I hear.

"Hmmm."  I groan, not wanting to let go of Morgan.

"Hazza!" My thoughts are interrupted once more.

"Hummmm." I moan again. 

"Harrrrrrryyyy!" I jerk awake. 

(*END DREAMLAND*)

After reminiscing my dream, I decide to get up and get dressed for the meet and greets. There's nothing else I could really do. Why did Liam have to ruin my dream? There was absolutely no reason for that.

"Harry, are you ready yet?" Speaking of the Devil.....

"Yes, father. I'm coming." I say, very reluctantly. 

We arrive at the venue for the meet and greets and go through them like usual and it strangely reminded me of my dream. That's probably just because it's about the same way every time. Thank the Lord it was almost over, though. Here comes the last one now.

"This is really you all isn't it?" NO, it couldn't be. There's no way. That voice, I KNOW that voice. "I'm really standing in front of One Direction right now..."

"What's your name, babe?" I ask, maybe a bit too eagerly.

"Uhm, it's Morgan..."

This time, I'm not going to wake up.

A/N: THE END! :) Hope you guys enjoyed it! Sorry for the teasing. ♥ I love you guys. Make sure you check out my Niall fanfiction! It's ongoing and will be for a long while! Mwahh! :)