'Wild Horses' by The Rolling Stones will be the song for this chapter. It suits this whole book, I swear to God.
"Princess, Wake up, breakfast is ready" A voice that i'm so familiar with whispers in my ear.
I shifted position and covered the big pillow on my ear so no one can interrupt my nice sleep. He laughs and continued to bug me by removing the pillow that's being my shield at the moment to my so called enemy right now. He successfully removed it and I stretched my arm to get the pillow but with my eyes still closed. I groaned and just opened my eyes to see him. Zayn, smiling like an idiot because he woke me up successfully.
"Come on, sleepyhead! You wouldn't want to drink the coffee cold as ice!" he teases and throws the pillow and lands beside me.
"Zayn, it's Saturday, I wanted to sleep!" I groaned and he shakes his head but continued on smiling.
"Come here, let's cuddle! Never mind breakfast!" I reach for him like a baby and he obliged and I sit up and he kisses me.
Our lips moves synchronized with each other and he puts his hands on my waist for balance. He lays me down and continued kissing me.
"I love you so much, Bree"
"I love you-" I was cut off because I smell smoke coming somewhere.
"Can you smell that?" I inquire the boy hovering me at the moment that's kissing my neck already.
"Zayn, I swear to God, I can smell smoke! Did you leave the stove open or what?" I say and he's not like hearing anything.
I can see the smoke wafting to the open door of our bedroom already and I stand up, leaving Zayn in the bed.
"Where are you going?" he inquires like there's nothing happening.
"Are you blind or what? There's a growing fire already!" I exclaim and he approaches me on the doorway.
"You left me, now that we're both here, I don''t want to lose you again" he smirks, and then hugs me and the fire is now crawling near us and I screamed.
I sat up while screaming, panting and beads of sweat are running down my face. That was such a horrendous dream. At first, Zayn and I were truly madly deeply in love and one second, he wanted to kill me.
Just seconds after, I heard screaming coming from next door and someone's knocking furiously to our door.
"Βγες έξω! Υπάρχει μια φωτιά στο πάτωμα μας! (Come out! There's a fire on our floor!)" The knocking continues, a cough, and it disappeared.
Not only in my dream that there's a fire, but in reality there really is. I panic and knock to Louis' bedroom across from where my bedroom is.
"Louis! There's a fire! Wake up!" I knocked repeatedly and Louis opened the door still rubbing his eyes.
"Stop rubbing your eyes! There's a fire on our floor! Let's get out of here!" I exclaim and pull him out of the bedroom like a boy who doesn't want to go to school.
"A little faster please! Do you want to be toasted alive here?" I say and drop his hand and when I opened the door, indeed fire is everywhere. How can we go down now?
Pieces of woods are falling down, there's no chance we can go down now. Half asleep Louis mumbled behind me.
"There's a fire exit in my bedroom, right?" I look at him curiously and he rolled his eyes and get my hand and pulled me inside our apartment again..
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Dear Bria [z.m.]
FanfictionLanding in Greece with a shattered heart, Bria Murray started to read the letters his prince wrote for her.