My Bradford Bad Boy

20: The Dream

A/N You guys are amazing. As I always say, my fans are my motivators so this is all for you guys. Thank you so much for EVERYTHING! I really do appreciate it!

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'I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth but if I do, It's you, Oh it's you...'

My new ringtone "Little Things" woke me up. I looked at the clock and it was barely 8. Who would text me this early? Besides, it's Saturday. This better be good.

It was a text from an unknown number. I opened it.

Lahore Cafe, 9:00. I'll be waiting :)

So basically an unknown number sent me a text message telling me to go to Lahore interrupting my wonderful dreams, and meet up with her or him, which I hope not, and I'm supposed to go? God, what's wrong with this people?

You need to go,what if its important? said a voice in my head.

Hell no, why would you go? What if its a kidnapper or a pedophile? said another voice in my head.

Both of them have a good point, though I decided to go to Eliz's house to consult her? or something like that.

As I put on some jeans and shirt, I recalled my dreams. It was obviously kinda like Cinderella and I'm Cinderella, which is freaking awesome in my opinion. The only problem is that Prince Charming was er Zayn. I was kinda sad, scratch that, unsatisfied because of how the text message interrupted our suppose to be first kiss.

You clearly still have feelings for him, said a voice, which I conclude, the angel.

You're affected because it's Cinderella/Prince Charming duh!, said the other voice, which is clearly the evil one. Since when did evil voice in your head says duh? I thought.

Anyways, I went with the evil's choice. It's clearly not evil. My mom used to read 'Cinderella' all the time when I was young. That's also the reason why I believe er used to believe in happy endings. Clearly, there is no 'And they live happily ever after' in the real world we live in. If you're life sucks, then it sucks. There's no Prince Charming that will make you happy or Fairy God Mother that can make your wishes come true. Real life is no fairy tale.

I made my way down the stairs quietly so they won't know I left the house. Unfortunately, mum was in the kitchen making...breakfast? That's odd.

"Hey honey! What are you up to today?" She was cutting tomatoes.

"Uhm nothing really, I just uh need to go to someone's house," I said.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed. 'Someone's house' have, of course, caught her attention which lead to a cut.

"Let me see." I said moving towards her.

"Oh it's nothing, silly me." she said as she moved towards the sink to wash the cut.

"Mum, I'm just going to Eliz's house it's kinda of...emergency."

She sigh a relief before saying, "But I made breakfast?"

"Mum, since when do you make breakfast?" I asked.

"Oh Patricia's teaching me how to cook," she said as I raise my eyebrows, confused. Suddenly, Dylan entered the kitchen grabbing a plate with food in it with only his boxers on.

"And Van will be here the day after Christmas," she added. Savannah aka Van, as I already told you, is my sister who's a model. She's 21 and the oldest, next is Dylan whose 20, and me whose almost 18. She's 

"Why not Christmas?" I asked.

"Oh she's spending time with her boyfriend's house," she replied.

"And you're okay with that?" I asked, she nodded.

"This is really good, mom," Dylan said nibbling the sausages.

Mom, pleased of her self, smiled before turning to the fridge to get some milk. Dylan then mouthed, what the fuck is this? I chuckled at his response.

"What's so funny?" she turned to me and Dylan. 

I shrugged while Dylan stuttered, "Oh uhm..." I laughed at his respond clearly enjoying the scene.

"Aren't you supposed to be to Elizabeth's house young lady?" she snapped. I immediately stopped laughing. I smiled at Dylan who returned it with a scowl.

"Bye Mom see you later, Dyl enjoy your breakfast!" I said adding it with a laugh.