Living the Dreams

Part 1: Chapter 3: Strong "Need you to keep me from falling apart"

I didn't stop until I literally ran into the door at the end of the hall.

The door was locked. I cursed at my luck and reached for the pin in my hair as the boys caught up. Click! I opened the door and paused in the door way.

The room was like a dungeon cell with stone walls and floor. The ceiling must have been two or three stories high. A large window high on the far wall provided the only light in the room. Below the window was a stone bed with a thin moldy mattress on it. I could barely focus on my surroundings however, for I couldn't peel my eyes from the boy lying on his back with one wrist cuffed to the wall and the other hanging off the bed and touching the floor. His face had multiple cuts and bruises as did his bare chest and arms. His hair was dark and matted with blood and his blue-green eyes were masked by pale eyelids.

It was Louis; my Louis.

I moved forward and fell to my knees next to the bed and took his hand in both of mine.

"Lou?" I tried "Louis? I'm here now. It's ok to wake up now."

No answer. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Harry at the door looking petrified. I turned back to Louis, "please Louis, we're all here. Please wake up." Silence. I felt the first tear fall down my cheek, followed by more.

"Please God, he can't be... Don't do this to me." I sobbed; I lowered my head to his hand.

"Please, I don't know what I've done to deserve this... please forgive me", I started in prayer. Niall moved to place his right hand on my shoulder and I jumped. How could I have forgotten, I was not the only one praying. Harry came to stand next to Niall who took Harry's right non-broken hand, while Liam put an arm around Harry's shoulders and Zayn had an arm around Liam's' waist. They all had tears gathered in their eyes and sliding down their faces. I turned back to Louis, "don't do this to us." I continued, "God please don't take him away" I prayed as I kissed Louis' fingers. It was silent for the longest few seconds. I was about to speak again when I felt my hand get squeezed lightly, it was such a small movement that I was not sure if it was my imagination, but my eyes shot to his face. Something about his features, though his eyes were closed, told me he was alive. I quickly rose and leaned over him, pushing his hair away from his face as I called his name.

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"Louis... Louis! c'mon Lou wake for us. Louis!" I heard a voice calling my name. It was a voice I knew anywhere. Was she really there? Was I imagining her voice again? What if it wasn't? And who's 'us'? I heard another voice, "come on Boo. Please wake up." I knew that voice too. Harry? "Come on we need ya man." Zayn? Were they all here? I'm definitely dreaming. But what if I'm not? And if I was dreaming I wouldn't feel the hand on my shoulder. Would I? What if it was Holly calling my name. I had to open my eyes. I can't pass up the possibility of seeing her or my friends again. I squeezed my eyes shut more and then opened them a crack but closed them again to shield the light and then forced them open. My vision was blurred at first but quickly cleared to reveal a girl with golden curls and golden-brown eyes full of tears. Behind her was Niall, Harry, Liam, and Zayn also crying.

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His eyes twitched open, then closed, then opened completely. Those blue-green gems found me and he smiled up at me, two things that weren't effected by who ever did this to him. "Holly..." he sighed in content. I couldn't hold back any longer. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck and rambled about how scared I was, and how all I could think about was him, and how happy I was, and how much I hated Bastian and how Harry killed him, and how brave the boys were. He brought his arm up to wrap it around me "Shh, it's okay sweetie. It takes more than scratches and bruises to kill me" he reassured, squeezing my shoulders lightly and kissing the side of my head. I leaned back to look at him and he was still smiling. He was always smiling. I lifted a hand to touch his face gently and smoothed my thumb over his cheek bone.