Lost in a dream // Shailene Woodley and Theo James (Sheo Fanfic)

Chapter One

I stare into blackness as the silence pierces my ears. I sigh unable to pull myself into sleep and roll onto my side. As I bring my knees to my stomach I feel a presence next to me. A dark figure stands at my bed. Face submerged into darkness and I am unable to make out any features but yet, I see a hand extend clear enough for me to grab onto the open palm without hesitation. The hand is large and I feel the warmth as the fingers lace in between mine. I assume by the roughness of the skin that I'm being led by a male. We reach the window at the far end of my room where the figure climbs onto the window sill and perches on top of it. He looks at me with eyes so haunting a shudder falls through my body. I see the boys features for the first time but I do not recognize him. His eyes are stern and he has a small thrown on his face as he stares back at me. His hair is short and brown, just a darker shade of his tanned skin. His hand does not leave mine as he shoves the window open.

"Jump" he whispers before hurling himself out of the window, grip leaving mine as he falls. I run for the window to look for the boy, but he wasn't at the bottom, he did not hit the ground.

I feel like all logic has escaped me as I began to climb onto my window sill without hesitation. Wherever that boy went, I want to go with him. With that, I let myself topple from my window breeze running through my hair.

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I wake up panting slightly. I look down to find myself still in bed. Turn to my left and find my window opened slightly. I must of forgot to close it before I went to sleep, causing my dream. I sigh and reach for my phone. I find myself having multiple missed calls from my friend Emma which I decide to leave unanswered for now. I run my hands through my short hair, unable to decide what to make of that dream. Instead of dwelling on it, I drag myself from my bed and start for the kitchen.

Why do I feel attachment towards that figure? Why do I feel like I should know who it was? I suppress all curious thoughts of my dream to the back of my head as I take a yogurt from the fridge and take a seat at my table.

"Oh so you're awake then" I hear Emma shout as she closes the door behind her. I turn to see her standing in my living room with her hands on her hips. Her red hair glows slightly as the sun rays hit her through the window.

"Seems that way" I say licking the yogurt from my spoon. "Why did you ring was it so important that you had to pop round or...?"

"Who rattled your cage, why are you so snappy this morning?" I didn't answer her as she moved through my living room to join me in the kitchen. "Are you on your reds" she said with fake sincerity oozing through her voice

"Please. Grow up"

"I'm joking, chill man. I just came round to say hey, not a crime right?"

"I'm sorry I'm just tired. Want some food there's bread, cereal?"

"I'm not hungry but thanks for the offer" She says with a smile "I do want to do something today though. I do not want to be stuck at home"

"Like what?"

"Absolutely anything you like, I'm up for anything"

"Okay alright, I'll take you up on that" I say as I chuck my empty yogurt pot in the bin and throw the spoon into my sink.

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"Do you miss home yet?" Emma asks me over our lunch in a little cafe by the river Thames.

"Sometimes" I say taking a sip from a milkshake I had ordered "But you know, England is so beautiful, there's only so much of America I can take"

"Not very patriotic of you" She laughs

"Call me a traitor all you want I love it here" I say leaning back in my chair letting my hand run through my hair. Emma shakes her head slowly in disbelieve "Well, I for one am home sick, don't get me wrong I'm having a good time, this is an amazing experience and all but I'm defiantly missing New York"

Emma and I are old friends from high school, she moved to New York for college whilst I stayed in LA. We decided to take a year out after finishing college to live in London. Meeting British boys was high on the list of reasons we chose London, but also because England is so different from America. Not only the way we live but the food and the humour. We were intrigued.

I take the last bite of the salad I ordered and peer out the window and watch the busy pavements crawl with important looking men and women in suits. I perch my head on my fist as I watch intently. Until I saw a figure I recognize. Tanned skin. Stern eyes. Small thrown. Is that him?

"It can't be" I whisper trying to follow him with my head until he slips out of my sight

"What?" Emma asks in which I shake my head in response to tell her it doesn't matter. She shrugs and continues eating the remains of her lunch.

Is that the man I dreamt about, have I seen him before for him to be in my subconscious? Or am I just projecting my desire to find the man who made me feel alive on to that stranger? I'll probably never find out, the man was swept away into a sea of people. I will never see him again.