Broken Youth

Chapter 30 - Part One

~ Chapter Thirty ~

-part one-

••Megan••

I watch as his lips move; precious words emptying themselves all over his friends. I smile to myself; he was beautiful. I watch as his hands rake through his blonde hair, the mini Afro at the front more aggravated than before. Someone behind me was beckoning me, but I stay where I am, entranced by his body movements and gruff voice as he turns his head behind him slightly, blue eyes piercing my own. It's a twitch. But somehow I don't care. His eyes shine brighter as they rake up and down my body- now a live wire. My heart flutters as he sticks out his hand, my feet taking me forward as my own hand reaches out. I feel myself slowly float up with excitement as our hands connect and he brings me closer to his body. I sigh into his warmth, letting his arm move around my waist and caress the skin above my hip bone. I see Ashton- Ashton? Is that him?- wolf whistle yet I can't seem to hear him and I feel my cheeks heat up as someone beside me says something. I must know what it is but I can't hear it. I know it's female. I shove the girl, with mousy brown hair, jokingly as his grip tightens and his free hand reaches under my chin to face him. I'm smaller than the angel-looking-male in front of me, his tanned skin glowing in the orange tinted lights around us, so I stand on my tiptoes as his head ducks down, arms supporting me; one hand under my bum, the other tangled in my hair on my back. It feels perfect as his lips brush mine slightly, a smile on his face as a grin breaks out on mine; bliss. I flutter my eyes shut as his lips touch mine again- firm but sweet. I move my hands into his hair, surely ruining his perfect quiff as heat radiates off our bodies. I feel him shudder in delight as my tongue presses into his mouth and my hands tug at his hair. Every moment seems to fade slightly from my memory as the person continues to beckon me. I tug more, kissing him deeper as his groans increase; my own throat releasing sounds of pleasure. But I can't see him anymore. Or anything. The blur around me is now black.

"Jack?" I breathe out. Jack? Who the hell is Jack?

*

I jumped awake. The sheets once on my body were now on the floor and Harry's t-shirt was drenched with sweat, now clinging to my body as if I were it's life line. Tears strolled down my cheeks as I slowly sat up, my head aching and heart thumping at an alarming rate. It was like I'd woken with a fever but it'd only been a dream. An odd dream. The confusing feeling in my belly and slow, dull ache of my heart reminded me of Jess' novel she's written over the past year. It was a beautiful book. One of love, friendship, confusion, heartbreak, dreams and men. 'In My Dreams' was the reason I fell back in love with all books and somehow, many of the words had sunk in.

'I wish my substandard mind would clear away the clouds for as a little as a second.'

I'd had my head in the clouds for days and days. I'd walked around like a zombie, my actions controlled by a voodoo doll and my thoughts consuming my body. University was as much of a drag as before; nothing could compete to the sinking feeling of realising you were walking into an English class without Luke to your left and Jess to your right. She'd graduated already- excelled in all her classes within a few months of Luke leaving. Him going had given her room to properly stretch her legs and get on with the work. She knew he was smart, as smart, or more so, than her, however it was him the teachers seemed to congratulate. I recon Jess was enjoying that part of his absence now that she was getting offered jobs here, there and everywhere. Being a studio director, of Art that is, was hard enough without people asking for her to join their 'much higher paying' or 'better quality art' venues. But now it was just me. And despite moving in with Jess and Mali, I still seemed a little out of it most of the time. It was as if someone was trying to pull me away from reality and tell how me how different dream world was. It was abnormally calm and disconnected from the rest of the world, something I enjoyed (and become a topic of song writing for Calum- he'd got two songs down in pen already and that'd just been from one sentence: 'I get so disconnected when I'm running away from the black and white town we live in, Cal, it's nice.' Funny that.), but tonight it had proven me wrong. The dream was confusing and random. Ashton existed and someone looking like Jess did too, but the blonde hunk wasn't Luke- hell it wasn't anyone I knew. It was a guy named Jack. Whoever the hell he is, he's in the wrong dream.