Rebel (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Nightmares

That night, I had the same dream, more like nightmare, I have every night. Except it was much more vivid. It felt so much more real. It's about my dad.

"Daddy?"  The 8 year old version of me asked.

"Daddy!" I yelled. I couldn't find him anywhere. I went to the front door and saw a note on it.

Lilly,

I am so sorry baby. I'm sorry I left, but I had to. It feels different with your mother. You won't understand until you fall in love and then out. I will always love your mother, I'm just not in love with her anymore. I love you so much.

Daddy

I cried and cried. Why did he leave? What's wrong with mommy? I love her, why doesn't he? If he loved me he wouldn't have left. Angry tears were running down my face. He could of at least said goodbye. I was looking for him because I woke up not feeling good. I felt my heart break.

"Mommy!" I yelled while running to my parents room. I looked in their bedroom and saw my mom laying there with a bottle of vodka in her hand.

"Mommy?" I questioned. She looked at me with no emotion in her eyes. She scowled.

"Get out you little bitch." I started crying again. How could my own mother say that to me?

"But mommy-" I started, but she interuppted,

"I can't even look at you right now, that's how much I hate you." I cried even more.

"I thought you loved me! You pinky promised!" I yelled, angry and sad. She scoffed and said,

"I was crossing my fingers. How could anyone love you?" Then she walked over to me and slapped me as hard as she could.

And that's where the dream would always end. Except, it's not really a dream, it happened when I was a kid. It was recurring memory from the night my dad left. I don't think I've ever cried that much in my entire life. When I woke up, my face was tear-stained and it was around 1. I got out of my bunk and walked over to Harry's. I don't know why I went to his, I just did.

"Harry." I whispered, pushing him a little. He stirred, but didn't wake up.

"Harry!" I whispered louder, pushing him harder. He lifted his head a little and squinted to see who it was.

"Lilly? What's wrong?" He asked with tiredness in his voice. Damn, his morning voice is hot. That doesn't matter right now.

"Can I sleep with you? I just had a nightmare." I said, explaining.

"Sure." He said, moving over to make room for me. I climbed up the ladder and crawled over to him. I got under the covers and cuddled up to him.

"What happened in your nightmare?" He asked, putting his arm around my waist.

"Nothing important. Just go back to sleep." I said, more tears rolled down my face.

"Are you crying?" He asked, turning my face towards his. He looked into my eyes, worry taking over his features.

"It doesn't matter." I said, moving my face away from his. He turned my face towards his again.

"It does to me." We stared into each others eyes. I sighed.

"It's just a recurring memory that I dream about all the time. It's fine." He looked at me confused and asked,

"What is it about?"