Fan 4 Life

SOS!

I woke up the next morning, my head spinning.

I guess I lack sleep.

I just had the most horrible nightmare ever!

I took a hot shower, changing into my simple white T-shirt and denim jeans, and my slippers.

I don't want to go to school.

For some reason, I'm pooped.

I went downstairs, taking some coffee from the coffee pot and eating some cold cereal.

Mom looks worried, maybe because I look so tired and sleepy.

"Honey, you're not going to school?" Mom asked.

"I'm not feeling well.." I replied.

"Well then, you should stay at home." Dad said, picking up the newspaper on the table.

That's what I like about my dad.

He doesn't think of things like I'm faking sick or anything.

"I guess so," Mom sighed in defeat.

She is not really into my plan on not going to school.

Oh, you know how mothers are.

The boys went in the kitchen, rubbing their heads and all of them having bed hair.

"Good morning, guys." Mom perkily greeted.

"Morning Mrs. Smith." Liam greeted back.

Oh, he is such a good boy.

"Mornin' and vas zappenin?" Zayn said, making mom laugh.

"That is what I call a language." Mom winked.

Louis didn't say anything and just yawned.

He seems pretty tired.

Huh, wonder why.

"What's for breakfast, Mrs. Smith?" Niall asked, smacking his lips.

"I made pancakes--"

"Yaaaay! Pancakes!" All four of them shouted.

Wait...

Four?

"Where's Harry?" I asked sheepishly.

All of them just looked at me with jaws wide open.

"What?" I asked.

"You seriously don't remember?" Liam asked, raising one brow.

"Impossible!" Louis added.

"Remember what?" I asked again.

"Nothing," Zayn interrupted the open-mouthed boys.

"Err.. yeah, nothing."

The four of them quietly sat on the dining table, picking on their food.

"You guys.. I had a nightmare last night." I said, trying to start a conversation.

"What is it?" Louis asked.

"Harry's been kidnapped." I said, shrugging.

Niall suddenly choked on his food, making the others help him while Liam just has this questionable look on his face.

"What?" I asked again.

"Um.. Gail, I hate to break it to you but--"

"It's not a nightmare." Liam interrupted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked again.

I know it all seems so real to be a nightmare but that's impossible, right?