This, is Touri Cowell.

Dreams

“You called them what?” Zayn said. When everybody left I changed into my red reindeer pajama pants and sat down in front of the TV and called Zayn and the boys.

“I called them hissing roaches.” I said guility. There was an eruption of laughter on the other end, “Don't laugh... Uncle Simon's never going to let me on the show ever again.”

Harry's voice came next,

“Oh trust me, he will, your his favorite. Did he laugh?”

“Yeah....”

“Then you're fine!”

I snorted, “Niall! Are you excited for Friday?” I asked. We were going to Ireland on Friday and I was just as excited as him.

I heard a small pound on the other side and then a muffled “Yeah!”

“Are you eating?”

Zayn answered for him, “Yes he is.”

I yawned, I was so tired jet-lag was finally getting to me. Zayn heard me on the other end and so he asked,

“Are you tired?”

I sighed, “Yeah, a little.” I murmured. There was some silence and then finally Zayn said something,

“Well, I'll let you go to bed. Love you.”

I let the words sink in a little and then I blinked,

“Love you too.” I hung up and stared out the window that had a beautiful veiw of the beach outside. Below the drop of the hill the white, blue light reflected over the midnight blue waters. It glimmered under the ocean. It was stunning. I got up and went to my room, slightly slipping on the hardwood floors slightly in my fuzzy black socks. I curled into my comforter and quivered a bit. I shut my eyes and let my face relax a little and I shut my eyes.

Touri's dream that night:

There I was for the 238864584769th time in the same place, sitting in the middle of a big dark room. Over the years the light had grew, but I still wasn't able to reach it. I jumped again for the light but never high enough. Frustrated tears began to stream down my face.

“Where are you?!?!?!” I shouted for the figure that would help me get to the light.

I heard the door open and then close. I rushed to the nose, inevitably running in to my figure. I crashed into him, wrapping my arms around him tears still running down my face. I could feel the arms wrap around me, just then I was shaken awake by an unseen force. Well, shit.

Rita was trying to wake me up. I took a pillow and threw it into her face. It was one of those heavy pillows, the ones that almost seem like they were made for pillow fights. There was a loud “Schfluff” and then a thump. I must have knocked the poor old lady on to the ground. I stuffed my head deeper into the covers and clutched the blankets in my hands.

“Ms. Cowell,” She begged, “Please get up. Your uncle want to take you to dinner.”

I jumped a little, “What time is it?”

“6 o'clock miss.”

“Shit.” I cursed and erupted from the covers and into the bathroom to take a shower.

I scrunched my hair into waves and applied a light layer of make up, yanking on a silver sequence pencil dress. I padded to the living room where Simon and Lindsey waited for me. Lindsey rolled her eyes at me making me flip her off with a sweet smile. Luckily, Simon didn't see me. I stood up straight,

“Shall we?”

We took a limo to some restaurant on a roof top with a gorgeous view of the LA skyline. This was how I was going to get her fired. Just then, it hit me. How hard did she have to work to be a manager. How many times were her dreams stepped on? Was I about to wipe that all away? What the fuck? What am I doing? No. She may not be my favorite person in the world but I wasn't going to be the one to crush her dreams. Holy fuck. Am I lightening up? No way. I smiled at Simon who was asking Lindsey about our record sales. I sure as hell didn't know. I just needed a drink.