Stranded

Chapter 30: Unexpected Events

 

Louis’ POV

I wiped the sleep off my eyes as I leant on my bed’s headboard. It has been another interesting dream. It felt so…real. My mouth tastes so much like liquor, cherry vodka sour, to be exact, and I feel as if I am in a hangover that the dream appeared to be so true. Groggily, I got up from my bed and headed to the bathroom.

In reality, yesterday, the only thing that happened was we met Rae’s alleged cousin, Vicky. Alleged, since we aren’t sure about their relationship yet.

In my dream, on the other hand, last night was a very exhausting one. Lots of things happened in a span of a short time. Surprisingly, although I have slept for an adequate amount of time, I feel unsatisfied, muzzy, even. Part of me wanted to go back to sleep to see what happens next. I’m quite disappointed that every episode of the long continuous dream is cut too short that I want to ask the producer to extend its airing time. This couldn’t be some TV show, though, because the time slot varies depending on what time I sleep. It pops out of my television of a brain just like that.

Sighing, I looked at my reflection then took a deep breath. The weight on my shoulders slightly decreased at once. I remembered Harry, who, I guess, is still fast asleep inside his room. Although yesterday passed by like a whirlwind, I still vividly remember going home with Harry. I wonder if he feels as pathetic as me?

After brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face to wake up my senses completely, I headed to his room. I later found him lying immobile on his bed half-naked, with his arms and legs sprawled, occupying the entire single bed, staring at the ceiling. He looked almost as puzzled as me. Just almost, because he still looked like a live human whereas I looked like a living dead. Like, literally. I am walking and feeling like one. I knocked on his bedroom door to catch his attention, since he didn’t seem to hear the door creak open as I entered.

“Hey.” I said, approaching him. My heart throbbed for no reason. No, Larry Stylinson isn’t real. Well at least not now. My mind is too baffled that I couldn’t even fit the right, sane pieces together. “Um, have you been—“

“Dreaming?” He asked, cutting me off. Sighing, he answered, “Yes.”

By just looking at his sleepy green eyes, I could conclude that he is baffled, too.

I wanted to ask him what happened in his dream and what he was feeling right away, but I took a few minutes for us to settle, to get used to the awkwardness of the scenario.

“Was it about…a game of truth or dare?” I asked, nervous. Maybe I just assumed wrong. Maybe Harry dreamt of something else and I just misinterpreted his façade. After all, we do not have the same brain.

For the nth time, he sighed. “Exactly.”

I let out a sigh of relief myself. It feels so good not to be alone. I know that I am being cruel to wish that someone is experiencing exactly the same burden, but to be honest, right now, being mean is better than being in a wild nightmare alone.

“Why don’t we go jogging around the corner and maybe try to forget about it?” I suggested, trying to make everything sound so simple. Technically, I know that they aren’t. I’m just doing my best to pretend that they are.

“Can we?” He was, I think, still oblivious to the fact that I am just pretending, fooling myself, fooling us. Instead of explaining things to him or picking up an argument, I just shrugged the thought off and nodded. “We can at least try to.”

I left his room as he stood up to go to his bathroom to get ready. I myself need to work magic to look normal. Good thing my room has its own bathroom. I think I need to drown myself…