Stranded

Chapter 32: Frustrations

Zayn’s POV

How would you feel if you are stuck between who different worlds which both seem surreal?

I sighed as the question lingered inside my mind, staying there longer than usual. It began playing repeatedly as if I had invisible headphones on and my equally invisible iPod is stuck on replay, unfortunately, on a very much upsetting question rather than a song.

 

If there was a real-life Hannah Montana, that would most probably be me. I’m currently stuck between two worlds, two very different dimensions— my real life and my ‘dream world’. I was against being inside the ‘dream world’ category before, but bizarrely, I am growing fond of it. Everything that’s happening, though, is making me confused.

To quote what a lot of people are saying, I’ve ‘literally been living the dream’. Following One Direction’s sudden rise to fame after the X-Factor, I began getting everything I have ever dreamed of and wished for. No, scratch that. We have been getting everything we wanted since day one.

Also, I am starting to like what is happening inside my ‘dream world’. I could say that it’s becoming quite interesting. Having a hectic schedule in reality with lots of noisy (sorry?) fans and annoying paps tagging along everywhere we go, I needed a break. The ‘dream world’ is perfect. Too perfect…

My phone buzzed, interrupting my little ‘thinking’, snapping me back to reality. I swiped my phone open and read the message, which was from Perrie.

From: Boo <3

Off to fitting. Sorry. Didn’t bother waking you up. You look too cute asleep. There’s food inside the fridge, anyway. Love you. Xx

 

Her text sparked memories, but strangely, the retentions that came with her text weren’t of her, but of Angel. I suddenly regretted waking up. If Angel will just haunt me awake, why can’t I just stay inside that goddamn dream?

Hope made everything a lot more complicated, too. I used to believe that the girls we met in our dreams, namely Lea, Liz, Rae, Erin and Angel, weren’t real, just like everybody and everything else you would encounter in a dream, but there had been… sudden, unexpected occurrences that proved us… me… wrong.

Puzzled and lost, I tried calling the person who I was sure would do his very best to understand and help me out no matter what, but sadly, Liam wouldn’t pick up. I am counting on him so bad, since he is usually always there for me during times of need.

Left with no other option, I called the person whose name is next to Liam’s on my phone, Louis. After only two rings, he picked up, making me feel immediate relief. Suspense has been making me feel like shit lately that even the slightest amount of doubt makes my heart beat faster than normal, putting me inches away from having an actual anxiety attack.

“Hi, Zayn!” I am surprised that he actually sounded genuinely happy. No, I don’t expect everyone to be as gloomy as I am, but since the lads and I are encountering almost the same things, I kinda thought they woke up as upset as I am.