I turn to see Harry smiling down at me. Forget the fact that Harry just walked away seconds ago, he's now wearing a gray tee, dark blue skinnies, and Converse. Just like in my dream. O.O "Harry?" I look at him scared as I wonder how this could make any sense.
"Alise," he holds my hands in his big, soft ones. The way he says my name sounds so romantic (and so perfect in his slow, raspy Cheshire accent), that I don't even think to question it. "There you are."
I smile as I look into his blue eyes, only to gape in horror. His eyes were green before! Why does he look exactly from my dream!? "Harry?" I ask again, more urgently this time.
"Alise, I can't explain this, but I think I'm falling in love with you" he says, fluidly putting his hands to my waist as he leans in to press his lips to mine.*
*What he did right before Alise's dream ended (Author's Note :D)
Just like in my dream! I start to protest, but stop the second he starts to kiss me. My hands wrap around his neck, just letting this happen to me. As I feel myself getting lost in his arms, I realize this is much better than how I could've ever imagined the kiss. Though I've now resorted to the claim that this is just a weird continuation of my dream, the kiss feels too real. The tingles going through me are too real, the feel of our bodies pressed together is too real. This can't be a dream. So then what is this? My senses come back to me and I push him away, no matter how much my lips beg for more.
He looks at me, a look of surprise and hurt written all over his face. "What?"
"I can't kiss you!"
"Why not?" his brows knit together in worry and I feel the need for someone to tell me I'm really seeing this.
"I don't know you like that!" I just met you! You just met me! How can you kiss a stranger like that?
"Umm...I live next door to you, Alise. Me and the boys?" he says, reminding me more of my dream.
"But you and the boys live in the Castle," I say, looking at its stone walls confusedly.
He looks at me weirdly. "Umm...?"
He doesn't remember?! *sighs* Fine, let me ask him something only the Harry in my dream would know. "Harry? Why was there smoke coming from your apartment this morning?"
He smirks. "Lou wanted to make me some pancakes, but he burnt the whole batch," he laughs. "Remember? He gave you a sample and you spit it out quicker than Niall."
I nod. Yup. That's what happened. But how does Harry know my dreams? o.o "Too funny."
He tosses his hair and grabs my hand again, only to let it go and nervously put his hands into his pockets. "Alise?"
I look up at him and realize he's nervous about something. I'm a bit confused as to why, seeing as the way he kissed me before. "Yeah?" I just go along with it, not caring how freaky all of this is.
"I know we've only been friends for, umm, 5 weeks, but I was wondering, if would to go out sometime?"
(Time passes)
Sora laughs breathlessly as the gate closes behind us. "Wasn't that fun?"
I stop-instantly regretting it as my reappeared bag digs into my back-and look at her for answers. "Sora, what the heck was that?!"
"What the heck was what?" she asks, still catching her breath from whatever she was doing before she caught up with me.
"That!" I say, flinging my arms to the place where the metal gate once stood. O.O It vanished?! I must be sleep deprived or something. "I'm dating Harry! Styles?! From One Direction?!" I yell at the top of my lungs, not caring who might hear.
"REALLY?!" Sora asks, excited. "That's good!" She jumps in her platform sneakers, but stops suddenly, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Real or...?"
"OR?! What do you mean 'or'?" I look at her, my dark blue eyes widening as her light brown almond ones slit.
She smiles all-knowingly at me. "You don't know? They didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?" I ask, curious and nervous.
">D I can't tell you," she says, happy to withhold info.
"Why not?!"
"Now you know how it feels when you don't tell me stuff," she crosses her arms over her chest, triumphantly, as she sticks her tongue out for good measure.
