Live While We're Young

Chapter 10

I black out and start my random dreaming again. 

I'm with Harry, in an alley way. 

"Nicole, come on, come join me." I hear a voice say. 

"B-Blake..?" I whisper. 

"It's me, come on, come join me," he says. 

He's reaching to me, grabbing my hand. I pull my hand away. 

"No, I don't want to.." I say. 

"I've heard what you're friends say. You talk about me, just come back to me," he says, grabbing my hand again. 

"But I don't want to!" I say, trying to pull away again. 

"Stay with me Nicole, don't leave," Harry says, slightly pushing Blake away. 

"I'm not leaving babe.." I say to Harry. 

My hand is stuck in Blake's with his grip tightening.  

"Blake, let go. I don't want you anymore!" I say, pulling harder. "I don't want to be hurt anymore!" 

"Nicole, babe. Come on, stop fighting." Blake responds, grinning. 

Then Blake squeezes my hand very tightly, pulling at it aggressively. 

"Ow, Blake, that hurts, ow, let go!" I say, ripping my hand free. I examine my hand and it has swollen, and turned purple. 

Then Harry punches Blake, knocking him out. 

"Nicole, I won't let you get hurt again. Blake is gone, you're with me now. I truly love you, no matter what happens." Harry says. 

He gets on one knee and pulls out a huge diamond ring. 

"Will you be mine forever?" He asks, holding the ring in one hand, my hand in his other hand. 

"Forever.." I whisper, wiping away my tears of joy. 

I then gain back my consciousness. 

It upsets me that I am, everything was going well in a dream.. For once. 

"Nicole?" The doctor asks. "Are you okay?" 

"Swell.." I say, rubbing my head. 

The doctor feels my head, then grabs something from the shelf. 

"What's that?" I ask. 

He ignores me, shaking the liquid. 

"What's that?" I repeat, with a bit more attitude. 

"Medicine, now calm down. If you stress out that could end rather bad." He says pouring the medicine into a cup. 

"I'll be right back, feel free to sleep more if you desire. Sleep is good for you. I'm just going to find something for your head," Says the old man, hustling out of the room with the cup. 

I feel my head. Rather warm, I understand why he needed to get something for it. 

I roll over, shoving my head into the pillow, until I feel something tugging at my arm. 

"Ouch.." I mumble, looking at my arm. 

Another IV? Great.. I need to stop coming to the hospital. 

I adjust myself so I don't feel this thing pulling at my skin, feeling like it could rip out of my arm at any second. 

I close my eyes, thinking of my dream. 

Do these dreams mean something? Does Harry really love me like he does in the dream? 

I shouldn't have to ask myself if he loves me, I should know this.