Dream your Direction (One Direction Fanfiction)

Awake

My eyes shot wide open and I was back in my room, curled in a ball under my warm duvet. It was silent and the sun had not fully risen yet. Outside you could hear the sound of rain tapping against the window. 

I laid motionless in my bed, staring at the ceiling while lost in thought. Thinking back to the dream I had during last night... Who were those five young lads? And why were they there in my dream...? It really didn't make any sense... As I doze off, asking myself so many questions, I let the sound of rain seep into my mind. Downstairs I could hear the keys of a piano being played; in the background I heard jazzy instruments and a soft voice singing. Pa must be practicing again. I smiled and closed my eyes, listening. 

Before I knew it I had dozed off, finding myself in another world again. But weirdly enough, it was raining here too, lightly. The sun was rising and you could see a rainbow starting to rise above the forest around the village. I heard jazz music coming from one of the little shops a few feet ahead of me, which I had now been standing in the door way of. When I walked in a lady working there welcomed me in a polite manner and showed me to a table. The music was gentle and soothing that my heart just melted. It inspires me. 

The young lady who worked there brought over a delicious looking drink along with a pastry that looked as if it had taken forever to bake! She smiled at me, "It's on me sweetie!" How could anyone be so beautiful and kind?! And her accent! It's so cute! She's like a petite porcelain doll. It would be best to say that she probably gets a lot of boy attention wherever she goes. Unlike me, who has never even had a boyfriend before! I glanced at her and smiled, "thanks!" 

Now, it's not like I never chose to date anyone... I'm not really seen as the pretty, popular, interesting type. More like a plain, quiet, average girl. Ever since I was little, boys always seemed to ignore me or they would label me as 'just a friend' but nothing more. It's like no matter what I do, I only scare boys away! It's safe to say I'm doomed to be alone for the rest of my uninteresting, weird life. My pa always tells me that I'm still young and have plenty of time to find love! This is usually how he starts a lecture on how I should be a better student and work harder in my studies, blah blah blah! But he is right on one thing, I am young! So in reality the last thing I really need to worry about is some boy coming along and stealing my heart away! Sigh. 

"How is the drink, sweetie?" She looked at me concerned to why I had been sipping my drink for the past couple of minutes with a blank face. 

"Oh! It's delicious!" I smirked and wiped the tea that dripped down my chin. Ahhh, I'm such a klutz. I giggled sheepishly.  

She walked back behind the counter and began to wipe stainless glass cups and sat them in a cupboard where they waited to be used by other customers. 

I gazed around the room, sipping my tea, while admiring all of the artwork in the cafe. A lot of the art pieces had musicians and artists that were popular in the old days (and still are). They were legends. There were great people like The Beatles, Queen, Elton John, Elvis Presley, and even further back since the first existence of music! So many you could think of sitting on those walls. Why did I find this place in my dream and not in my town?! Jeez... I'd be here every day. 

This café's music playlist sounded like something my pa would have playing in the lounge back home. Bohemian Rhapsody began playing and Freddie's voice including the piano had me captivated! I forgot what I was doing and found myself in the middle of the floor dancing! I must have looked stupid to the few around me! 

"Ha ha," I heard over by the counter. With my arms in the air, I stood frozen gazing into that same direction the snickering came from. The expression on my face probably looked priceless. My cheeks were so warm and red, mouth dropped, and eyes as big as an owl. Inside, a part of me felt like dying. If I could just lie down on the floor and pretend I was dead, well that would be very reassuring right now. Because the tension and laughter directed at me was just awkward. I slowly dropped my arms by my side, glaring at the boy.